So I was away for two weeks, and I'm now slowly getting all caught up on my reading and stuff.
Yesterday I went and found out that
Skin Horse, a webcomic I had been following for 14 and a half years, has ended. Well, that's no fun. The story was winding down and all, but sort of "missing" the last day and having it come fairly suddenly...yeah. Shame. And it'll make my daily morning routine just that tad less fun.
Today I went to
Twentysided, a blog I have been following for about 20 years. And discover that the author has
died two weeks ago. I've read that blog almost daily for almost 20 years, I've seen and gotten to know the author pretty well in many ways, I've bought all his books, and I would literally read almost anything he wrote - he could make a column about growing grass interesting. And now he just went and died. It's surreal; I think the last death of someone I didn't actually know that affected me like this was Terry Pratchett. It's a loss for the world.
And, again, my morning routine has become a little less fun.
I don't think I should take vacations anymore, I come back and people I admire and look up to disappear or pieces of art are lost,.... Blegh.