having moments where i keenly missed being the editor of the other press.
not too many months ago, i used to spend every weekend in a tiny bunker office located in the bowels of douglas college.
the office had no windows, the room smelled like unwashed men (because it was filled with unwashed men), the hours were inhumane and the pay was insulting at best.
i loved it.
some of my fondest memories ever can be traced back to the hours i spent in that tiny office.

and now when i see a copy of the OP , my fingers itch.
it is painful - the transformation the paper's undergone since another editor took over.
mind you, it's not all bad.
just not the way i would do it.
not the way i would do it at all.

i have issues with control, so i'm told.

why am i thinking and writing about this at 10 o'clock on a saturday night?
well it appears i have also have issues with popularity.