There's a genuine love that I have when it comes to Crit Juice—it represents something to me that is hard to put a pin on. A lot of work, yes, but there is something to it that just makes me happy. When I get to be the gruff shifter or the opportunistic Roofer (horrible accent and all), there's something there that makes me feel like everything is going well. I get to spend time with some amazing friends, and share that with all of you, people who enjoy it.
That's magical, right?
Whether you live just down the street or on the other side of the globe, I have been honored to have you at our table via the sorcery of the internet. I cannot express how much it means to me that you choose to spend your time with us, so I thank you. Those of you who I've had the genuine pleasure of getting to interact with will hopefully vouch for my sincerity. There is nothing in me that believes that Crit Juice is anything without each and every one of you.
However, we've been working hard recently—life. Myself? I got married to an amazing woman who convinced me to take on Crit Juice (obviously she's very special). I got a new job. I endured many other things. I wasn't able to put in the 15 hours a week I had been putting in since the podcast's launch anymore, and for that I apologize. I wish I could. What we share is something incredible, and having you all at the table—along with one of the greatest casts I could dream of—was surely meant to be.
We've been dark for a while.
It was hard for me to not be able to be there, and as you guys wanted answers I withdrew. We wanted to put out content, but it was hard to do so. Everyone is busy, and there just wasn't the ability anymore. Instead of being as open as I should have been, I internalized it and kept to myself. I feared seeing your posts. I wanted to do more, but felt drawn-and-quartered with responsibilities, I worried that you wouldn't understand. I ghosted you, and I'm sorry.
You see, my responsibilities to all of you and to the podcast were at odds. I could put out a rough cut of the podcast on the same schedule, but it wouldn't be Crit Juice standards. I could hold off on audio until we had the quality, but then there wouldn't be the podcast. It was a horrible time with you all in the middle. I never wanted us to be here.
And so we move forward.
We're trying to push the pillars back up. We're all searching to find ways to fix this. I cannot promise when. I cannot promise how. But I will tell you that this is not an Icarus tale. This is Spiderman issue #33. We've got plans in the works to rebuild, and when the time is right, we will be there once again and hope you will have us.
I love you, and I thank you (much more than this over-dramatic, piece of shit news post will ever allow me to express),