December 5, 2025
Dear Jimmie and Spooky,
You didn't think that the Christmas album would hold me back from doing something big for the 5 year Subathon, right? There isn't a guarantee that this'll be on time for Christmas or the Subathon, but fuck it. We ball.
It's almost been five years since I first was thrown into the program through one of Zargorg's raids during one of the first Viewer Appreciation Nights, and now here I am. Huddled up underneath a blanket and a blanket and freezing my gooby little tootsies off as I type this out during Day 21 of the Subathon. You better get ahold of the tissues, because it's going to get sappy as fuck really quickly from here on out down here right now down here tonight down here right now down here tonight.
To say that my life would've been different had I not found the channel would be a gross understatement. When I first really tried to reach out by hopping into one of the voice calls in the Discord I was in and out of a toxic relationship; in my first call with Jimmie on stream, I barely kept it together and did my best to not trauma-dump when Jim was dressed up as Tom Robbie and asking callers about their opinions on Glenn Frisbee going around and sniffing used seats. Had I not been a part of this community, I wouldn't have met Cheebs or started one of the most healthiest relationships in my life. I wouldn't have gotten back into streaming or started on my way to becoming a fully fledged scuffed VTuber, and I wouldn't have had the courage or the strength to leave the unstable and emotionally draining living situation that I was in at the time. Chat can dog on me all they want for this, but I wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for people accepting me back when I was socially awkward, unmedicated, and uneducated on know the ropes of Twitch etiquette worked. Don't get it Twiztid, I'm not saying any weird parasocial shit like "oh Jimmie saved my life", without the support of the community I wouldn't have been able to find the strengh to get the help that I desperately needed.
Naturally, being the over-achiever that I am, I couldn't just let a milestone like this pass by without doing something special to pay it back, and naming my firstborn "Pinky" isn't in the cards so I guess this is the next best thing.
In the box, there should be not just one, but two (yes, TWO) Lil' Goobers free of charge along with instructions on how to take care of them and two brand spanking new Goolatro cards. I don't want to take up too much time being a self-promo Andy or plugging the commercial I made, but these bad boys are hand made and special in their own way, even if they are different sizes.
For Spooky's Goober, I didn't realize how the color palette looked too similar to the frosted Wild Berry Pop-TartsTM until it was too late to start over. Maybe I was also a little bit hungry and my mind subconsciously projected that onto it, which really wouldn't be surprising. As far as Jimmie's Goober goes, my indecisive ass couldn't decide on whether to make his blue or pink so I just stuck with the safe route and picked one out of my existing stock that had a little bit of both in it. This is one of THE original Goobers from the Goob-a-Thon, and I had to suffer while sitting in a bathtub full of cold water every time someone purchased one while I was live. Just because it's smaller than Spooky's doesn't mean that it's any less sentimental. Jim would know a lot about how size doesn't matter with all the times he's whipped his shit out on the program.
Is it overkill? Yeah, probably. Do I really give a shit? No, not really. If there's one thing that being in this community has taught me, it's that life's too short to be worrying about what other people might think of every microscopic thing that you do. Or maybe I took a page from Jim's book and turned into a semi-chronically online burnout with nothing else better to do besides make hyper-realistic Blue Guy and thinking too much about how green some potatoes are.
Happy holidays, and congratulations on the 5 year streaming anniversary.
Stay gooey,
