I just paid $35 for a t-shirt and one-year membership to help John Gruber realize his dream of working full-time on his weblog, Daring Fireball, and now I find myself gazing out the window asking why.
Although I’ve been reading John’s weblog for the past few years, I’ve never personally met him and I don’t think we’ve even emailed each other. And although I like his weblog, especially his linklog, it’s not something I’m even particularly crazy about. There’s a lot of other weblogs that I equally enjoy and look forward to reading.
So I know I didn’t pay because Daring Fireball is something I can’t live without.
Oddly enough, through the regular — granted one-way — dialog, I think I’ve come to feel some sort of odd friendship with him. And so I think I paid $35 to John in the same way I’d be happy to, based on nothing more than a request, help out a friend. Like, “No problem, man, anytime.”