She makes me laugh every single day and she's kind and courageous and brilliant and she has made me think about things differently, more creatively, less angrily. Where the fuck would I be without her? Mad and furious like the shouting lady who stalks down our street, probably. Imagine that! One day a green cartoon dinosaur starts chatting to you and five years later you're - digitally - inseparable, dicking around with moisturiser and stamping rude words on biscuits. What an incredible bloody gift from the world.
As well as M, I met most of my other friends through the internet. B (sent me a video of an owl on a skateboard), Mrs Trefusis (emailed me about Molesworth, among other things) and F (I emailed her, I think about a really beautiful thing she wrote): these are people I talk to almost every day. I have been repeatedly interrupted trying to write this tonight by F making me laugh pretending to be a hawk on gchat (you had to be there, I think). And all these, and so many more, connections - friends and acquaintances and people you have great chats with or who send you book recommendations or teabags or regular updates on cephalopods or photographs of interesting pieces of taxidermy or videos of otters they have spotted - were made through a circuitous, complicated tangle of other blogs and people, the tiny sparks of interest that make you click and click again.
I have nothing clever to say about it all at this time on a Friday night but it just feels a bit miraculous, like some incredible natural phenomenon I don't quite understand, but wonder at. Well done, modernity. And happy birthday, M, who, let us recall made me MY VERY OWN OWL IN A BOX some years ago.