Moderating is a breeze. I spend maybe 15 minutes at a time, two or at most three times a week, usually while the supermodel du jour is putting on her makeup for a night out on the town (or “slipping into something more comfortable” afterwards at my mansion).
FOR GOD’S SAKE, SEND HELP! THEY KEEP US CHAINED IN THE BASEMENT OF THE CHICAGO READER! THEY FEED US MOLDY BREAD CRUSTS, AND SOMETIMES WE CATCH BUGS OR (if we get really lucky) A RAT! THEY BEAT US WHEN WE DON’T MOVE THREADS FAST ENOUGH!
PEOPLE–THERE ARE NO “HAMSTERS”! WE ARE THE ONES ON THE TREADMILL! IF CECIL ONLY KNEW–IT’S ALL THE FAULT OF HIS UNDERLINGS–CECIL IS A GREAT MAN! WE LOVE CECIL!
OH, NO! ZOTTI’S COMING!