I don't care, because I had to write something. It took me a while to accurately describe what this means to me.
When I was a kid, I was inspired by Bill Waterson to try my hand at writing little comic strips for my family. I sucked at it, but whatever.
I came home one day from little league practice when I was 10 and my dad told me Calvin and Hobbes was done; no more. I cried, litterally.
This is that feeling all over again.
While I'm here, you guys should read this congenial tribute by twice ripped Jeff Passan.
I remember those posts. He wrote some dumb things, but I still have the utmost respect for him at the moment.