It's a beautiful day to not go to work. Or rather, to work at home, untroubled by human contact or the demands of hygiene. As of today, I start my new regular gig as editor of Gridskipper
, replacing the rotating lineup of guest editors with my permanently gorgeous presence. It's sort of like taking up perpetual residence in a transient motel, or marrying the sluttiest girl from high school. I mean, it's been months, and I still can't get that Krucoff stank out of the upholstery. Feel free to drop by and/or contribute your super-cool city travel advice to firstname.lastname@example.org
. Just slide the tips under the door and leave, as I cannot greet you. The lights and noise of your surface world confuse me.