But there I am, wandering, attempting to pierce the increasingly-mushy thoughts that are my consciousness after my normal bedtime, and then someone sends me a tell asking to meet me. Don't get me wrong: there's nothing I like more than meeting someone that likes the stories on our site and who gets enjoyment out of our zany adventures. Well, no, that's not true - I'd actually like to be woken from a 26-hour nap by Gillian Anderson wearing a silk robe and brandishing a new version of Ben & Jerry's that's meant to be used as an edible body-paint. But next to THAT, it's meeting fans.