Today is not a significant day. But then, neither was yesterday - and yet thick-necked fraternity brothers and vacuous sorority sisters everywhere commemorated the non-occasion with three dollar mojitos and unplanned pregnancies. So perhaps the great unwashed might also one day remember this uneventful day. With a massive marketing campaign and a vague (at best) understanding of the flimsy history involved - all supported by the entire weight of a legalized drug industry, natch - we here at hotrod.vox.com think there just might be an outside chance they will. Step three: profit.
Today marks the one week anniversary of the first day we might have posted our inaugural installment of our intended new weekly feature "the vault." And today marks the first deadline we set for ourselves pertaining to said feature that we have missed. We anticipate that it will be the first of many, which is why after considerable deliberation our editorial staff has decided to delay the debut of this much-anticipated column. Astute readers no doubt will have noted a more sporadic than usual posting schedule here at hotrod.vox.com over the past six weeks or so. After careful study of our second quarter projections, we expect this trend to continue into the summer. Things are just way too hectic down at the lab, what with a high-profile study of the University of Maryland's indigenous turtle population occupying most of our time. The last thing we want is to begin a regular feature for which our massive readership awaits weekly with bated breath and then not be able to follow through. So look for "the vault" to resume - or to begin, rather - in July.
Make no mistake - this delay has nothing to do with the record we selected to review in our initial installment. It sucks. Really, really bad. We can't wait to write the review, actually. We just don't have the time.
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