Editor's Note: Chris wrote this blog post at 7 o'clock in the morning yesterday while I coded the finished (!!!!1!) manuscript. About an hour later, he emailed it to me and asked what I thought.
Chris: So, what do you think of the post? I'm especially proud of the last one. I matched all the fonts to the pictures and picked out colors that really 'em pop. I felt like I was getting a small glimpse into the Meghan C. Rowland experience.
Meg: Yeah...Chris, If I'm being completely honest, I don't understand about 99% of the jokes in these pictures. At all.
[Long, uncomfortably silent pause in which I didn't know if Chris was getting ready to hit me, tell me to go fuck myself, or gently curl up in my breasts and weep.]
Chris: Yeah. Neither do I. I think the moral of the story is I'm incredibly cracked out and I want to be Hota Katob when I grow up. OK, BYE!
Q: Chris, did you enjoy writing the last book?
Q: Did you find it stressful?
Q: Did this project ruin your looks, such as they were, and rob you of what sanity you had left?
Q: If you were to express your feelings by downloading ten images from the internet and captioning them in Microsoft paint, what would that look like?
A: Oh, like this, more or less:
Q: I find that in poor taste.
A: She doesn’t really put a lot of effort into it but it’s cool to see she’s a real person.
Q: Any last words?
A: ROLL TIDE.