Vox, I am your father
After Leigh’s illustrious reign ended last Friday, you were all definitely waiting with bated breath for word of her replacement and wondering, “Who’s the handsome and winningly humble stallion who thinks he can run Vox Populi next?”
Well, wait no longer! I’m that stallion. But call me Jackson. Or Ace. I answer to both.
Taking over as blog editor, I feel a bit like a degenerate uncle forcing my well-off brother to let me sleep on his couch while I scare his children with my surprisingly lucid invective about existentialism. Sure, I’ve visited Vox from time to time, but now you’re stuck with me all day and all night. If it helps, Leigh might stop by once in a while to post pictures of puppies (or cats dressed as puppies).
Riding shotgun are my esteemed assistant editors, Ryan Bellmore and John Sapunor. While you probably recognize Ryan, John’s new to the blogging game. I would ask you to be nice to them, but who are we kidding? You’re all animals.
Anytime you’ve got a tip, question, complaint, or screed against the Occupy D.C. protesters or the neighbors, let us know in the comments. If you’re looking for something less public, I’m here, and here too. (But don’t forget about Vox‘s Twitter and e-mail accounts either.)
Enough of the small talk. Let’s get started.