"What has she ever done with her life that's so great?"
That handsome devil and Louisiana gadabout Mills marks his 29th birthday today — stop by one of his online homes and pass on your best wishes.
When I first made the decision to use Tumblr as a blogging platform a year ago, I had some misgivings. Everything seemed so short and so ephemeral! Mills’s tumblelog was the only one that I knew of in those early days that seemed to think it was OK to write longer, more complicated posts. Moreoever, people seemed to enjoy reading them! “Huh,” I thought. “I guess this means I can write longer pieces if I want to. I guess I can even” — dare I even utter this aloud — “take it kind of seriously if the occasion warrants.”
Without his example, I might have given up on Tumblr and I’d be thanklessly toiling away on Wordpress! Maybe I’d even be dead. Who can say with any certainty? To paraphrase Lionel Hutz: “hero” is not a word I use very often, but Mills is the greatest hero in American history.
Apropos of the amazing Andy Sturdevant’s very kind comments, I would like to momentarily excuse myself from my typical regimen of insecurity and self-loathing and crow: if in some incidental way I contributed to Andy’s presence on Tumblr, I am damned proud and you should all thank me.
I don’t want to be maudlin, but I appreciate his remarks greatly, as well as thoughtful posts from my friends Elle and Lacey and Cricket and the messages from many of you who constitute such a happy part of my life. I perhaps give the impression of someone substantially more confident than I in fact am, and your generosity, engagement, and forbearance have meant the world to me.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, Abby is in town, and I am reminded of the concluding lines spoken by Mr. Green in Clue, which propriety prevents me from quoting.
