I just wanted to say thanks to all of the kind words from people in comments and on e-mail that I've received after I wrote that post this weekend. Believe me, it helps.
I think part of my motivation for writing what I wrote was feeling... how to put this... overwhelmed by all of the noise and anger in our culture and not wanting to add to it because I'm feeling a little poisoned by it. Does that make sense? It's less about feeling like a fun post with a link to something cute isn't substantive enough, but more that there's so much of that in the world, and I feel distracted by it and bogged down by it and wanting to contribute less to that phenomenon.
But who knows? Maybe I just need a break or something.
Is it coincidence that I began feeling this way immediately upon finishing Infinite Jest? I doubt it.