We can’t tell you exactly when Mo will grace our offices again. Frankly, we’re not even sure he’ll be around in July at all. And yet, in a curious way, that uncertainty is rather the point, isn’t it?
The window to meet him was open—wide open—for the better part of ten months. But now, as scheduling has begun to be a tad problematic, one can’t help but recall the quote we posted within our message board last month:
“Many a false step was made by standing still.”
And for those murmuring, “Mo? Who’s Mo?”—oh man…, Wow!
That question alone suggests you've been living outside the blast radius of something quite… transformative.
We could explain. We could give you the neat little bullet points: who he is, what he does, why people emerge from conversations with him looking like they've just glimpsed the cheat codes to life. But that would be a bit like describing beer as “fizzy grain juice.” Technically accurate. Blasphemy at the bar. Spiritually criminal.
Besides - and as the loyal readers of the monthly newsletter will recall - we’ve tried meeting some minds where they are. Let’s just say that not every place is worth the detour. And the T-shirt? Deeply unflattering.
In fact, the only certainty those efforts bring is the gradual unraveling of our editorial integrity and slow erosion of our standards.
And really – why would you ask that of us? What kind of monster are you? Do you really want that on your conscience?
So, we’ll simply raise one eyebrow (the left—obviously, sharper arch), sidestep with the kind of subtlety only a velvet curtain could envy, and leave you to catch up.
Or not. Free will’s a beautiful thing.
Just remember - regret pairs terribly with beer.