Good evening. I go by the handle spinachdip, and I once wrote a modestly trafficked blog of the same name. I will be your guest editor for the week.

Now, I know you miss Jessica. I do too, but you know what? She's gone. You have to get over her. To borrow the wisdom of two of the greatest men of our generation, Larry Bird is not walking through that door. Kevin McHale is not walking through that door. You go to war with the editor you have, not the editor you want, and for the next week, that editor is me.

And you can't expect me to be Jessica and do exactly as she's done. For one thing, I have a penis instead of a 'jayjay. My only qualifications for this position are the ESL classes I took a few years back and passing the University of North Carolina J-School's much dreaded spelling and grammar test on my first try (it took Charles Kuralt five tries, or so I like to imagine).

But with any major change, the first day is always the toughest, and we got through it. Yes, you and me. You're here, and I'm still here. And if you aren't gone by now, you're going to stick around, because it can't get any worse. Or maybe it could, and you'd witness the greatest online train wreck of all time. Either way, it's going to be one hell of a ride. I wish I had something more inspiring to say, but I'm hungry, under-caffeined and cranky.

I ask that you be patient and gentle with me, and by the end of the week, all this shit is going to be second nature. Or if not, you will have stormed the castle and stuck my head on a stake and that, my friends, is the only way to go out.

- spinachdip

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