"Right now, there are people watching this blizzard from 350 kilometers above the Earth's surface. Isn't that amazing?"

I was going to make this some long and philosophical post about today being the 50th anniversary of Vostok 1, but instead I'm just going to scream incoherently:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And some more:

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!

Because I just got off the most magical phone call ever. I am sad because it is the last of these magical phone calls I will ever get because every time I've gotten one for the last four years it's been like getting a letter from Hogwarts.

In case you aren't following,

I just got a magical phone call from Blank Young Playwrights that Like a Dog in Space is in the festival!

OHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!

PERFECT TIMING, I COULD KISS YOU. OH MY GOD.

SINCE I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY, WATCH THIS.

Were you looking for me?

Don't think I can't see it when you start googling my blog with weirdly specific search terms, guys. I think that the most recent round of weirdness must have come from my family (You searched the URL of the blog plus a really specific phrase... what are you up to?), but it's still sort of weird...

If you guys are weirding out over whether or not there's personal information in this... well, this is a personal blog? If there's ever anything on here that concerns you, though, please feel free to, you know,

USE THE COMMENT BOX

instead of just lurking like the creepers I think you might be?