While I see Chris as Superman, I fear he feels more like Prometheus. He gifted Mankind–or at least me and the, er, elite demographic who congregate in these parts–with life-giving fire. Well, a gorgeously designed website, anyway, and one that’s a LOT easier to run than the old one.
For his generosity, I fear he now finds himself chained to the site for all of eternity, with Ken the Eagle flying by entirely too regularly to eat away at this liver and hector him into fixing yet another technical snafu that I am, to be blunt, too stupid to fix myself. All this, year in and year out, never knowing when he’s going to get the shrill, whining call to come bail me out again. And again. And again.
And he always does, with great forbearance and a twinkle in his eye. Thanks, Kal-El.
