Your daily reminder that I'm great and you all suck. Great, great, great. Suck, suck, suck. "But Blanksheet" you grovel " we know we are abject losers in the face of your genius. Please don't leave us. Without your brilliant wit, amazing kindness, and Einstein-level intellect, we would all be lost, consigned to a post-apocalyptic hellscape." Alright, alright, I won't leave you: you will have the brilliance of my star yet for another day. Now, stand up.