"Winter is a mother hen, its one of the reasons we love him. He has his rough corners, but overall he is a gentle soul, and he doesnt like to see people he loves at odds--how is that wrong? Winter isnt building just a chat forum here, he's building a village. He has suburban housewives mixing with eclectic mothers mixing with roguish hobos mixing with outspoken clods mixing with professionals mixing with intellectuals mixing with fools. We're all represented here, and sometimes we see the world in very different lights--so different, in fact, that we might as well be speaking different languages. Winter provides a gentle voice and a Universal Translator, for even when he hasnt lived a certain lifestyle; he has the unique capacity to understand why another person would. Thats why we allow him to be the voice of reason, because sometimes he's the only voice that is reasonable."
That's part of the last email that I'll read tonight, posted to the Tribe Arcane Mailing list. For the first time in a week I'll be going to bed with a smile, which is good, because I'm sure I'll be miserable by morning.
It was nice seeing everyone who showed up at the Brewhouse tonight. I wish I'd had the energy to stay later.