Yah yah, we’re working on it

Things are broken. Our hearts. The new design. Those fucking side ads that give you a god damn virus PDF or 20 concurrent audio ads all at once. Our pay for play strategy (where I let you suck me off in Union Station for a blog post about your Robot claymation). It’s just not working out. Plus, we’re all going to be bunking together in Clinton Hill soon enough. So we’ll be too busy trying on jean short-shorts and trying to out-queen each other. But I promise I’ll come back wearing loafers.