The BumbleRabbit Archives

Good morning, Erin.  So...my appendix exploded.  Well, technically, my internal organs realized my appendix was going to explode and entirely surrounded it, gripping it tight like a grenade with its pin pulled. The result was much the same, though: I was in immense pain, I had emergency surgery, I was laid up at the hospital, and now I am very slowly recovering.  As such, my carefully-timed viewing schedule has been rather decidedly delayed.  I know: you're crushed.  But we'll be back to our regular schedule soon enough. Maybe even better than ever! ...or maybe exactly the same as ever! Either way, I hope you're having the complete opposite kind of time that I am.  More soon. ..."soon." --Daryl

Good morning, Erin. I’m going to level with you: it’s been a lousy week.  It could be worse, of course—and let’s put aside any worries that something devastating has happened, because it hasn’t. Everything is technically fine. I’ve just had a moment of realization about something, and…well, without getting into specifics, it’s rough being reminded that I’m not special.  Occasionally forgetting this fact is one of my persistent character flaws. And what inevitably follows this lapse in memory is never pleasant.  So, suffice it to say, it’s been a lousy week. The kind of week that could probably only be made better by an anonymous love letter being addressed to me on the internet.  …which, in case you were not aware, is more or less the inciting plot element for Dear.M , a show that’s been in my queue for a while and which, at long last, you and I will be discussing today. Which isn’t lousy at all. Unless it is. Though, I suppose you will need to read on to determine w...