Erin Mehlos' farewell message
Four and a half months? Four and a half months?
Wait a minute, wait a minute... I started in mid-November. So, thatís ... uh, one ... and two ... Valentineís Day, pukemakingly spongiform art thou among holidays, marks three....
Wow. Itís been four and a half months.
Itís 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?! Thatís it?! Thatís all I get?
Hard to believe my short stint as DA ends with tonightís 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 ďromantic dreamĒ 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 -- youíre 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.
P.S. Donít forget to use appositives -- and pseudo-em-dashes -- wherever humanly possible.