Dedicated readers, I hope you are seeing what I am seeing. Or at least I hope you're not seeing what Doomeru is seeing, because he hasn't been quite right since he drank that bottle of Formula 409 last winter. But presuming your vision isn't clouded by trails and blood spots, you'll note a subtle hint of awesomeness about the site today.
Two months ago, facing a downward spiral in subscriptions and single copy sales, the loss of our lucrative Dillards account, and the shameful indignity of having our web presence compared to a "geocities homepage from the 90's," corporate sent us a clear and cutting message:
get hip with the kids fast, or prepare for another round of buyouts.
I said my goodbyes to Doomeru, knowing a lump sum would surely send him to an early grave, but it's times like these that make heroes.
The Resigned Gamer could not, would not, go on without you, sweet kn0thing. I owe you my washout brother's drunken life. And let me say this now, for the record, I could fuck you for it on my cubicle desk.
Or, if you'd feel more comfortable, you could fuck me.
So how about it everybody- are we cool yet? "hit the comments" and "sound off" about the redesign!
Posted by Sir Cucumber at 7:40 AM on Wednesday, February 20, 2008