briceless
i will spare you all a subpar mastercard knockoff.
i am, of course, immeasurably happy when my friends get jobs, especially in this happy-go-lucky economy we’re living in (for another four years), and let me first say that i am happy for said friends when they get said jobs. sadly, there are downsides as well … for me. brice got a job at speakeasy, which means that he is no longer haunting the aetherwaves (i.e. AIM) from those critical hours of 9-4 CST, the middle hours of my workday. i no longer have an outlet for my pitchfork-reactionism and snarky pop culture critique. and if i want to discuss how much more intriguing a particularly inaccessible album is after a few full listens, well, i’m S.O.L.. for example, just today, i was thrilled to learn about a love-cars concert, and amused by a review of a bjork single, but had no one to talk to about either of them.
rest in peace, brice-during-the-day. we (the royal we) will miss you. and, again, congratulations.