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I have agree with Sir Francis Bacon on this one, but allow me to add my two cents. Seeing as how there is no way for anyone to object to me doing so while I'm still typing this, I shall continue.

While expressing admiration toward those who deserve it is grand, many seem to cross the line between being a simple supporter and being an obsessive zealot. What exactly is it that pushes people over this hairline thick border and makes them sit and watch in awe as their ineffable icon does something as common as... breathing? I'll admit that I too have fallen into this assemblage of admiring followers; that I too have felt intimidation around those I see as gifted; that I too have overindulged in items (merch) that were unnecessary and only left me wanting more. The bottom line is: People are people. Yes, I'm stating the obvious, but it is the most obvious facts that are constantly overlooked. I understand this, but for some reason I can't quite put my finger on, I still go back to acting this way.

So, does anyone have a cure for my good people? We can pay you in virtual smileys and mild mental breakdowns. :)

- MC

Hurray, huzzah! The gates of the world's most pandemoniac prison have been unlocked, and I am finally free to live as an actual human being.

In other words, school's out for summer.

However, being an unemployed teenager won't get me very far. But who needs to go places when you have your own time travel machine at home? (Or at least, the next best thing.) I've gathered up my pennies and plan to visit a Half Price Books store and stock up on what will later become over-sized paperweights once I'm through reading them. Oh, and of course I'll be on Buzznet about 125% of the day. No, that is certainly not an exaggeration. I've actually found a way of making each day 30 hours long. Then again, it could still only be 100...

Looks like this is becoming a very productive summer.

-MC