Friends, Romans, Wolverines,
We come not to praise The V, but to bury it.
The semester is coming to a close, and we, your humble editors, will be departing for greener, or at least different, pastures. The next issue will be a Year-In-Review – the sort of thing a magazine does when it’s tired and it just wants to keep it’s head down until it can get a well-earned free meal at the office pizza party. There will be pictures. Everyone likes pictures, right?
Before we ride off into the proverbial sunset, we would like to express our gratitude to you, the reader. It was for you that we stayed awake into the wee hours, writing or editing these articles. It was for you that we tore out our hair, trying to find a decent story worth printing. It was for you that we gave ourselves some kind of low-grade scoliosis as we hunched over our desks, clicking and clacking. In the words of that traumatized woman who leaps to her death in the horror classic The Omen – it was all for you. Sometimes we had a great issue. Other issues were merely adequate. Some of them were downright ridiculous, and even we thought so. For those of you who stuck it out, we thank you. For those of you who didn’t, we understand. For those of you who actively fought us, go take a long walk off a short pier. If we never see you again…so the hell what?
So Long, Suckers.
John-Ross Boyce and Nadia Ashtawy
Editors of The V