YourNameHere has flocked to me. He didn't know that the proper form of blog-love is an ode, stalker art, or perhaps an egg sculpture. I think a semi-erotic tribute to my avatar qualifies. All the people must flock to me. Yes, et tu must flock to me. Come come, children.
UPDATE: In response to his general fabulosity, and the fact that he may or may not be in love with me, YourNameHere is now on the Spinning Bed. Make room, people. Of course, Jamwall & Jiggs still get to share my pillow and Miss K still gets to have one hand inside my pants. Monkey, as we all know, is nestled down the front of my shirt. Where he will dwell forever and ever.