A belated Merry Birthday to my good friend Mshray.
Sorry I missed it; it was kind of a rough day at the Voice. I'm filling in there for two weeks while the copy chief is on vacation, and things are a mess. Between the unwelcome intrusions of the New Times management, its resultant shortages in staffing in key areas, and the Nick Sylvester drama (if you don't already know, Google it), morale is astonishingly, frighteningly low, and a shift that was supposed to end for me at 8 with the closing of the final pages has only now, at 1am, set me free (and I'm due back at 11 tomorrow for more of the same). I never would have dreamed that I'd be looking forward to leaving the Voice for a women's magazine (oh yeah, I got the Jane gig), but I'm told Conde Nast treats its freelancers very well.
Yeah, I should have posted this in the Self-Indulgence thread, but too late.