Despite what I had promised myself, the ‘maudlin’ component of rhapsodizing
about, worrying about, and dread about Google Reader and its impending doom
has not come to a close just yet. In fact, I think the flailing and the
despair has gotten just a bit worse. It’s not the acute sadness of loss,
but the underriding unhappiness over what is to come and my inability to
express *_why this matters*_ to the people around me. There are a number of
fears associated with this, chief amongst them that if a substitute should
come along I’ll be late to the party, if I find out there’s a party at all.
A lesser fear—that I will explode from excess contained snark—has also
made itself known, though Paul has built up quite the tolerance to my snarky
outbursts, so damage should be minimal. I will miss you, Reader Party, and
I hope this farewell is in vain, though I fear very shortly it shall not
be. *sniff
