I sat by my mailbox all day waiting patiently for a note or a postcard of some kind wishing me well.
I watched my fax machine for the congratulations I was certain would come at any moment.
I checked my voicemail several times, convinced that the message waiting lamp was simply broken.
And yet, no one seems to care about this achievement of mine.
In case you hadn’t heard I was named TIME magazine’s “Person of the Year” for 2006.
No less a luminary than Lev Grossman had this to say about me:
For seizing the reins of the global media, for founding and framing the new digital democracy, for working for nothing and beating the pros at their own game, Time's Person of the Year for 2006 is you.
I had no idea he was such an avid reader of my blog.
Well, thanks anyway, to those of you who meant to send your congratulations, but got derailed by one thing or another. As TIME’s Person of the Year, I have to be more gracious now.
So thanks again. It really, truly means a lot.
In the words of my good friend Pink (Floyd, not Rose):
You! Yes You! Stand Still Laddie!
Wow, that is quite the honor. Bet it will look rather impressive on your resume!