Some decades ago, I was a chubby quiet kid with an overactive imagination. My school librarian, Mrs. Mathison, tried to ascertain what sort of books I might like to read, so she asked me what TV shows I watched. When I said Doctor Who, she did not grimace and say, "what's that?" as I was accustomed to witnessing as a reaction, but instead headed into the stacks and brought me a copy of "The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death." After reading this, I felt a little less alone in the world. I went along my merry way, reading Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, and other purveyors of oddball fiction and over time, I forgot all about this seminal event. Recently though, I think I was making guacamole and I asked myself, "what was that avocado book?" So after many fruitless (pun intended) web searches that mostly terminated when I repeatedly discovered Bill Maher's B-movie "Amazon Women and the Avocado Jungle of Death," I finally found you! Anyway, all this to say I'm glad you're still going strong and inspiring people young and old.