Was it just yesterday that we sat cross-legged, scribbling notes on a post about Penguin, etc (and, today we realize that we missed “Pearson” in our alliteration game; such is the problem with karmic bliss)? At the time, based on our hobby of analyzing corporate woes (hey, we could drin–oh, never mind), we realized that someone had to go.
You must, please, pardon our cynicism. We don’t know Dennis Stevenson, and we’re certainly not privy to his thought process, especially when it comes to making life-altering decisions. It’s simply that we spent far too much time working in Hollywood. You know, the town where the word “fired” is couched in elegant euphemisms: spending more time with the family, resigned, ready for a new challenge…. Stephenson says he’s looking for “new projects.” And we’re sure he is. The timing is simply coincidental. These things happen.
It’s our fault — once those days of wide-eyed optimism are gone, you simply can’t go back.
