obsoletionWhoa, whoa — Can we not with this whole Blaming Topher For All Of Our Problems™ thing? I didn't, strictly speaking, do — anything. I mean, there you were doing whatever it is you do, and I? I said nothing, munfriend. You were the one all, 'Oh, hey, let's a'huntin' we will go through the Tumblr tags'. And, I mean, wow, if I wasn't already enough of an egotist? Totally flattered, don't get me wrong. But what were you expecting? Silence? No no no. We don't do silence in the Topher Zone.
I get that you're not very organized and your life has been all — you know, lifey with the horrible and the ick — but you do realize that one of these days? I'm sensing some serious giving in here. Remember that application you started? Look at that, me too. Finish it, maybe? ...Or, on second thought, rewatches are always a treat. Not that I essentially enjoy watching my life happen before my eyes or anything, because, heh, talk about Twilight Zone — Inspiration is the word I'm looking for! That's what I'm here for: Inspiration. Think of me as your sweater-clad-genius-of-a-thinker Muse here to get that fount of creative juices flowing.
Why should you trust me? Good question. Answer's even better, because you probably shouldn't. But, uh. Imagine all the shenanigans we could get up to, right? Just like old times? ..Creative juices. Let's get with the flowing already. The radio silence in here might actually kill me. Again.
Okay, so maybe that was a bad joke, but that doesn't make me any less right.