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<\/a>). 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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"