Rumors of our demise are very meh.
Are we dead?
Yes and no.
As long as my password is valid and someone else is footing the bandwidth, gentle readers, I assure you I shall surmount the tiny mound of dead co-writers in order to aggressively naval gaze at you. I am already hard at work fashioning a sort of wilson-esque companion, to keep me sane, while I scream at you from within your computer.
Also, here is a list of the magazines that Wal-Mart is killing. Perhaps Spin can graciously bow out now?
Yes and no.
As long as my password is valid and someone else is footing the bandwidth, gentle readers, I assure you I shall surmount the tiny mound of dead co-writers in order to aggressively naval gaze at you. I am already hard at work fashioning a sort of wilson-esque companion, to keep me sane, while I scream at you from within your computer.
Also, here is a list of the magazines that Wal-Mart is killing. Perhaps Spin can graciously bow out now?
Labels: Wal-Mart is killing you softly
posted by Thomas Carlyle | 4:27 PM
6 Comments:
What?
It is as if I am getting a sudden, head pounding case of deja vu.
What?
No one else is posting! Obviously, you are hungry ghosts, your spirits unable to rest until you post more.
This is also not just a trick to goad your foolish pride into writing junk.
Not a trick at all.
Oh noes, people have lives. Waaah.
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