Dear Julie Nolke, Re: TOsketchfest25 - The Toronto Sketch Comedy Festival I must begin by conveying my deepest and most unrestrained joy in witnessing your comedic brilliance. If laughter were tangible wealth, I daresay you'd be as rich as Scrooge McDuck, swimming in a vault of it, all while reflecting on the sheer impracticality of liquid assets. I’ve followed your digital rise with an intensity bordering on zealotry, and I’m compelled to ask: when did you realize you were, essentially, the internet’s unofficial chronicler of time itself? I’m beginning to suspect that time travelers – should they exist (and, I’m certain they do, lurking in the furthest recesses of comment sections) – would treat your work like sacred texts. Your Explaining the Pandemic to My Past Self wasn’t just comedy—it was a public service of the highest order. I’ve wondered: in that moment, did you have an inkling that you were, in fact, creating the Nolke Cinematic Universe? I suspect you did...
