I don’t take advice well. I think I’m naturally mistrustful of the presumptuous, despite being very presumptuous myself. When people give me well-intentioned guidance, I usually disregard it. Thus, I have no expectation that any of you will consider the following seriously. In fact, I’ve never expected anyone to agree with anything I wrote here (there’s a special circle of hell for those that...
TRAVIS WEAGANT
<Editor-in-Chief>
This morning, I entered Obiter Dicta’s secret archive of back issues (it’s in our porn folder). I re-read my own predictions for 2012, and was surprised to discover just how wrong I was about most things, and how marginally right I was about some things.
TRAVIS WEAGANT
<Co-Editor-in-Chief>
I am a Hallowe’en Grinch. I don’t know when it happened, but I suspect it was when I stopped getting a bag full of free candy every year. With the material profitability of the day eliminated, I could see no other way to derive a net benefit from dressing strangely.