(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.”]
