31 days of pandas was fun and a big success, IMHO, (don’t cha just love how young and hip I sound when I use those twitter/IM all cap-letters thingies? yeah, me neither.) It was really fun to dive deep into some story lines, and not keep people waiting for a week or more
But, I can’t keep that up all year, and get anything else done, like getting the Book of Wu ready to go to print. And other stuff, which will be revealed for the first time in my upcoming newsletter…um…hopefully next week. It’s all good, it’s all fun, and it’s all pandas! Huzzah!
Before I share this weeks encore presentations with you, I want to take a minute to say a fond farewell, to someone who was a regular follower and commenter here at The Panda Chronicles, and also on other panda forums around the web. She went by the name Grammmie Cooper, and yes, that was with 3 ‘m’s’. I did not know her particulars, other than it was clear from her notes to me, that she was quite elderly, in poor health off and on, and her main joy in life was watching the pandas. Real pandas, I mean, on the various panda cams around the world. She was an early, enthusiastic supporter of my cartoons, and commented frequently. She was not afraid to tell me that she thought I was stepping out of line when I would let young Mr Wu go off carousing with the panda kindergarten, and she was just as willing to express her delight with other drawings. She got great joy and comfort from watching pandas. If there is any kind of afterlife, I’d like to think that pandas are there, too, bringing comfort and joy to the inhabitants, teaching people the art of somersaulting down a grassy slope, and then sitting around eating cuppycakes.
Panda on, Grammmie.
And now, let there be pandas!
Be the Bear,
Bob T. Panda