If my tenure at BlackBook didn’t end with on-site drinking, it’d come as a surprise. Which it didn’t. It’s been fun.
I’ve said everything to Foster that I wanted to say, but I’ll say it to all of you.
Keep your eyes on this kid. He’s going places, cause he’s got the fire. And he can fucking cut you.
HEZ PRO-TIP #1: HAVE POWERFUL FRIENDS.
Anyway, it’s been awesome working together, albeit at a cyberdistance. You’ve always got a fan (and a radtimes ladybro) in Vancouver! Now saber that shit with Mohney’s iPhone and I’ll pop a pomegranate cider (antioxidantohol!) and let’s get this party started!
Someone who got an email who was asked to write something.
Someone who’s email asking you to write something was lost in a SPAM filter.
Someone who is upset that they either weren’t invited or lost their email and think they weren’t considered to write something for them and are therefore offended. Which is wrong, because if they cared that much, then they should be…
…Someone who emailed them something because they’re astute enough to know that most blog editors are too busy to remember every fucking person who should write something for them.
Someone who’s saying “Well they’re just letting fucking anybody write for them these days, huh?!?!?!”
Somebody who is projecting something at this very moment.