Erin Mehlos' farewell message

Wait a minute, wait a minute... I started in mid-November. So, that’s ... uh, one ... and two ... Valentine’s Day, pukemakingly spongiform art thou among holidays, marks three....

Wow. It’s been four and a half months.

It’s felt like ... maybe four and a half weeks. Possibly five or six. But no way four and a half months.

Hang on.... Four and a half months?! That’s it?! That’s all I get?

Hard to believe my short stint as DA ends with tonight’s column, mother-of-a-blowout as it will most certainly be. To have been a part of the GIA, however fleetingly, was sort of my “romantic dream” fulfilled. Beyond allowing me to combine my three great passions in life -- games, writing, and presumptuous bitching -- hosting the letters column was rewarding in and of itself. It gave me the opportunity to interact daily with a group of regular contributors whose love and understanding of the hobby -- nay, the artform -- equaled and surpassed my own.

DA was always challenging ... and it was entirely your fault. You know who you are, readers -- you’re forever marked by my adoration and respect.

We shall lock horns in further skirmishes of wit again soon, I vow. But until then, so long, and thanks for all the fish.

Erin

P.S. Don’t forget to use appositives -- and pseudo-em-dashes -- wherever humanly possible.