Our Effervescent Spacedaddy is not dead. Long live our Effervescent Spacedaddy.
So.
I'm Si. Hello, hello. Lips not cheeks. No tongues.
It falls to me to keep a beady eye on you lot - perhaps starting the occasional thread, perhaps leading the occasional round of Anthemic Belching, certainly stretching-forth my new-and-clumsily-understood moderatorhood to annihilate the occasional fucktarded conversation - in Warren's absence. But not straight away.
In the not-too-distant future Avatar will be unrolling two new free-to-air webcomics to plug the gap left by Freakangels. In the run-up we'll probably make a few minor tweaks to the messageboard - little things mostly based on your suggestions. Nothing massive, that's the key. I think we'd all like to welcome in some new blood along with the new comics (right?), but it's even more important to me not to turf-out the regulars. You people make Whitechapel what it is. Which is, y'know. Great.
I will never be this nice again. Bask.
Anyway. That's all for the future. I'm going to be relatively hands-off for the next couple of days. Partly that's because I'm getting married in a fortnight and have too much to do every weekend to be wasting my time squeezing your collective hands with reassurances that there's still someone up top spotting icebergs... but mostly it's because Warren has been such - such - a massive part of this community, that it would be disrespectful at best and fucking horrendous at worst if I started sewing nametags onto the anus-morays right away.
Congrats on all counts, Si. Looking forward to seeing you spread your strange here, and I've no doubt that you'll be more Patrick Troughton, less Roger Moore.