Dear IE Weekly,
Not sure if I really give a rat’s ass about your self-indulgent cover story last week, after spending a quarter-hour pouring through the mess. Great, so the writer (and the staff) thinks he can waste some valuable ink-and-pulp real estate on people tossing a few ping-pong balls into cups. We’ve got serious crises in the Inland Empire, from the homeless (which you guys did write about . . . once?) to an economic disaster that’s affected our region more than most other locations in California, plus our transportation system’s a mess, our public resources are stretched to the limit, our young men and women are fighting wars to keep our nation afloat, and this is what I get? Pages upon pages of rambling on an intoxicated night out with a bunch of yahoos who waste heartbeats and brain cells trying to one-up each other at a ridiculous bar game? This issue will come in handy, though—to line the bottom of my parakeet’s birdcage. At least it’ll read a bit better after he’s done marking it up with his own “comments.” You guys owe me about 16 minutes of my life back for scanning through your “increasingly hard to read drivel.”
As the venerable (and slightly intoxicated) Mary Stewart once said, “the best way of forgetting how you think you feel is to concentrate on what you know you know.” We know two things: A) The world is in crisis and B) Beer makes it look temporarily funny.
Dear IE Weekly,
I love the Beer Pong article you did. You obviously did your homework, and it’s very well written—very informative, and more entertaining than most anything I’ve read in a long time. Keep up with the honest opinions, honesty and fun reads.–Peter, Highland
Come to think of it, we’ll have a Heineken.