Wednesday, December 31, 2003

To my gentle readers–yes, all three of you–I wish you the best in the coming year. I have soundly, often cruelly mistreated you, turning you away from my doorstep with a silence befitting a mausoleum of mimes caught in the still grasp of winter. And yet you return again and again, possessed by a passion and faithfulness normally reserved for pre-neutered puppies.

Come in, then, and sit a spell. I have much to share with you, and you doubtless have gone on long enough without advice. You must know why One Hundred Years of Solitude garnered the Secondhand Stamp of Approval and the Nobel Prize; why Beyond Good & Evil, occasionally trite as it may be, deserves your gaming dollar; and why One-Man Wry has been scandalously doling out his real e-state without concern for self or bottom line.

That last point is important. Also of import is how my shitty studio was the target of burglarizing most outré and masterful, but that is a story for another evening, another sitting, another month. I’m kidding about that last part. I think.