The editor in chief just announced he's presenting our baby to advertisers tomorrow at the Emirates Palace Hotel, and all indications are that we'll barely get any copy onto the pages from all the interest. I'd so love to be there, to see the prototype up on a gigantic projection screen and have someone who hasn't been cooped up in our cold, dark hovel slaving over it for months say it's awesome, too. Alas, we have to work, but it's really happening. The press has arrived (after buying it from a Russian paper behind schedule and commissioning the world's largest cargo plane to get it here, if rumors are true) and a building risen around it (that five-story structure was definitely not there about a week ago), so it's finally real. I can't wait.