Why Tumblr? Why do you, an actual celebrity, a famous writer, use Tumblr of all websites?
(The actual celebrity and famous writer sits back in his rocking chair, surveys the world of Tumblr, from his porch. He chews meditatively on a straw, and then he says:)
TACAFW: Y'see, I've been here for nigh on twelve years now, which in new-fangled internet years is about four hundred years... yup, I remember when all this wuz just folks trading photos of cats, and I remember when over there, where it's now just waste land, that whole part of town was whut we used to call 'Not safe for work" -- hooey, I don't know where those folks went, when they got driv out of town -- but me, through those twelve years, I've just been in this old rockin' chair on this old porch, and I've seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go... I guess I mus' just' like it here...
[ID: A picture of Neil Gaiman wearing an old-fashioned jacket with popped collar and a Stetson pulled low over his eyes, leaning back in his rocking chair with his boots propped up on an upside-down washing pan, saying “They came for gold an’ glory, but all they could find were sexbots an’ kittens. So they left. But I stayed. I stayed.”]
