That’s right – the crying baby is back. And crying babies only mean one thing. No, not that they are hungry. No, not the soiling of diapers.  Birth. Growth. Teething. With your lovely support, this second year Futfanatico has done both. Here are a few highlights -

Somehow, someway, we reached a traffic explosion never before seen in these parts. A typical literary satire got linked by the MIT Press and blew up my hosting capacities. Up until that time, I hosted my site on my cell phone and if more than one person visited, it would shake and I’d just call my mom and tell her to read cnn or something. But those simpler days are long gone…

But for the better. Futfanatico has also been translated into Polish, which was nice and due in part to Tom of Pitchinvasion. We also have a home away from home at FistedAway and Runof Play. Thanks for letting us crash on the couch and sorry about the stains – I swear it’s just cooking oil or something.

Still, the most important moment of this past year was…. Continue reading “Feliz Cumple Dearest Narcissist Manifestation” »