Thank you, Chuck Lorre, for validating my experience.
I've just gotten started on season one of The Big Bang Theory, which is awesome so far! I noticed the "vanity cards" at the end of the episodes, which are basically just comments from the show runner (in this case, Chuck Lorre). In this particular card, he is congratulating himself on reaching the milestone of 200 vanity cards, and explains why no other show runner will probably ever reach, much less surpass, it:
"Those that have no life (a goodly number) are simply not compelled to vomit up weekly offerings of painfully personal, petty, mock-metaphysical, self-congratulatory, rage-filled, and regretfully sarcastic essays that occasionally haunt them forever. [...] Anyway, I want to use this momentous card to celebrate my accomplishment because, well... no one else was jumping up to do it. Two hundred cards! Boy, oh boy, that is really something... Oh God, I'm so lonely."
You may be lonely, sir, but you are not alone. I thank and salute you. Two hundred vanity cards, huh? Wow. I... I have nearly 12,000 words on my fourth pretend novel.
PS: Do you want to play Klingon Boggle sometime?
PPS: Does your version of Klingon Boggle use Marc Okrand's original Roman alphabet or the more authentic-looking but unofficial Klingon script published in the first volume of HolQeD? (If you are using the Mandel system, we are no longer friends.)
PPPS: Twitter is probably a better venue for quasi-hitting on famous people, huh? I should get a Twitter. No, I shouldn't.
PPPPS: I am a lonely, desperate nerd with delusions of great artistry. I am also so fucking awesome it hurts. Deal with the paradox.
"Those that have no life (a goodly number) are simply not compelled to vomit up weekly offerings of painfully personal, petty, mock-metaphysical, self-congratulatory, rage-filled, and regretfully sarcastic essays that occasionally haunt them forever. [...] Anyway, I want to use this momentous card to celebrate my accomplishment because, well... no one else was jumping up to do it. Two hundred cards! Boy, oh boy, that is really something... Oh God, I'm so lonely."
You may be lonely, sir, but you are not alone. I thank and salute you. Two hundred vanity cards, huh? Wow. I... I have nearly 12,000 words on my fourth pretend novel.
PS: Do you want to play Klingon Boggle sometime?
PPS: Does your version of Klingon Boggle use Marc Okrand's original Roman alphabet or the more authentic-looking but unofficial Klingon script published in the first volume of HolQeD? (If you are using the Mandel system, we are no longer friends.)
PPPS: Twitter is probably a better venue for quasi-hitting on famous people, huh? I should get a Twitter. No, I shouldn't.
PPPPS: I am a lonely, desperate nerd with delusions of great artistry. I am also so fucking awesome it hurts. Deal with the paradox.