It’s probably just us: We’ve read roughly 20 years of CP Choice, so now when it comes out, it’s as much of a non-event as getting an angry message from Brian Hickey like we do every time we dare to pierce his print-and-myself-are-still-relevant bubble. (Last time, he promised to come to our door… and do what, we have no idea.) But this year, even the purveyors of Choice, as it were, seem bored by the prospect: Half of the choices are stories that have already been beaten dead into the ground, the other half are inexplicably in boldface (let this be the third and final time we’ve called for their webmaster’s head) and they’ve also gone the extra mile to make the very NY Post-ish move of running photos of people who they mistake for other people that the people in question know, but are not. (At right: Margie Weink of Fern Knight, not Meg Baird, though we suppose you could be forgiven for thinking all new-weird folk chanteuses look alike… if you’re gay and hate women.) Most telling though? At least on the web nav, the reader’s choices are nowhere to be found, signaling either a boiling point between the overtaxed reading public or just the webmaster fucking up again. In keeping with the issue’s gambling theme, we’re betting… neither. Next.
CP: The Golden Unicorns These Are Not

This entry was posted on Thursday, November 1st, 2007 at 10:45 am.