Dear Valued Readers,

18 07 2009

First and foremost,
Happy One Year Anniversary Tangents & The Times!

Secondly, as some of you may have noticed, there has been an unusual lack of activity recently in regards to Miss A. Ross’ social media endeavors. From my interactions with her, I can tell you she has slipped into a bender of Bright Eyes, Tecates and general loathing- which is not a common characteristic of our comedic and unconventional columnist. She is known for her sunny disposition but of late her attitude has shifted from sanguine to insufferable, mostly on account of her father mysteriously leaving the mortgage business to become a hunting guide. From what I have been able to make out from her blazing bacchanalian banter, apparently Mr. Ross called her on a Wednesday to say he was moving to Montana indefinitely the following day. Last week, Miss A. Ross was informed her father had been kicked out of Yellowstone National Park for undisclosed allegations (rumored to pertain to peace disturbances and smashed cases of Caymus 2006 Special Selection Cabernet Sauvignon) and is now returning with his 1894 engraved Action & Barrel Winchester rifle and a duffel bag of broken dreams.

Aside from her family issues that resemble a plot straight out of Arrested Development, Miss A. Ross has been struggling monetarily due to her rambunctious rental car antics, her frivolous Fashion For Eva expenditures and a recent debacle at her place of employment, rendering it impossible for her to upkeep her lifestyle of decadence and depravity thus sweeping her “heart spaces” with a series of downtrodden weather systems, casting a cyclogenesis on her sweet soul.

These circumstances compacted with Miss A. Ross’ menstrual pattern have turned her into, for lack of better words, a God damned mess. Subsequently, when I asked her to produce a video blog for her site’s one year anniversary, this is what she produced:

I believe Miss A. Ross will be back to her normal overtly confident self in no time, when she is not being molested by her own emotions, which I have never seen her lose control of until now.

But at the end of the day, I am pleased to say we have survived our first year with our readership growing on a daily basis (no matter how much Miss A. Ross jokes about her six Google readers) and I am pleased to be a part of this project. I know Miss A. Ross takes great pride in her work here, as silly, slapdashed and scatterbrained as it may seem from time to time.

And so, until the next time my favorite agent provocateur of a client gets mischievous or melancholy, I bid thee farewell.

Best,
Adin Hunter

Miss A. Ross’ editor, pyrotechnics supervisor and vibrational therapist.





Dear Valued Readers,

3 07 2009

Miss A. Ross will be out for the weekend due to the “stress” from publishing her very personal posts recently
(So she claims. I am under the impression from knowing Miss A. Ross intimately that her absence is actually due to her affinity for Fourth of July’s annual barrage of barbecues and boozing).

I believe she is relatively stable although after viewing her stats from yesterday, she did take off her shirt and proceeded to “bro down with Captain Morgan like any other red blooded hip-ass bitch” and leave the office.

Casual Friday 2.0

Casual Friday 2.0

Please be advised, Miss A. Ross will probably be out of control for the next thirty-six hours, undoubtedly exhibiting exaggerated egocentricity and vulgarity, claiming she is a Jedi and counting her wins as she parades around in her “Hair-Shirt” on the streets of Echo Park and drinking in public until such activities are forced to cease and desist by local authorities (she has no respect for “common folk demands”).

She also flat out does not have internet at her home (she spent the cable money on a bottle of Midleton, Very Rare like every other responsible barely working blogger).

Please follow her on twitter for further information.

And in closing, on behalf of Miss A. Ross, I wish you
“a winning weekend full of fireworks, fraternizing and fiendish fun”.

Regards,
Adin Hunter

Miss A. Ross’ editor, begrudged Consigliere and delegated decoy driver.





Dear Valued Readers,

5 05 2009

It has been nearly six months since any of Miss A. Ross’ entries have triggered my gag reflex. I should have known in due time some pernicious and perverted fan would send her more unpalatable links but this last one… well, she said it perfectly (damn her) when she said it took the cake.

After reading the blog in question, I called Miss A. Ross, as a friend, to tell her that this post was, in fact, just as bad of an idea as actually passing… cake on camera and she should have bounced this idea off of me or any one of her ethical friends beforehand. I urged her to remove the material but was met with recalcitrance by means of email.

Finally, I did get through to her on the telephone.
She explained she was not removing the blog because she wanted proof she came up with the phrase “Posterior Pastries” in case someone tries to copyright it while she is waiting for the sticky note she wrote it on and mailed to herself to be delivered.

She also divulged that she is banking on a “Posterior Pastries” DVD collection as well as a baked goods line for Condom Revolution if her blogging career fails to take her to international success.

At this point in time, all I can do is assure Tangents & The Times’ audience that
Miss A. Ross is truly a sweet individual despite her projected arrogance and lechery. She really does believe this is all in good fun and that including the random “horrifying” artifact adds “flair sans buttons” to her blog.

Although I am her editor, unfortunately I have no control over her “creative freedom” and what tasteless things she wants to publish blogs about and pretend that it is some base form of “art”. All we can do is hope it’s another six months before she finds another grisly website to burn everyone’s minds, souls and eyes with.

My condolences to everyone she has traumatized with her “horrifying” segments.

Empathetically,
Adin Hunter
Miss A. Ross’ editor, eulogist and economist.





Dear Valued Readers,

11 12 2008

After a number of concerned calls, exasperated emails and more than a few ruffled feathers (namely Miss A. Ross’ immediate family), I tried to convince our comically crude columnist to address her public about her rumored reputation of being a “jizzaholic”. She refused on the premise that by commenting she would in fact be conceding that she is a “jizzaholic”.

Look, I don’t go out trying to find jizz to write about. The jizz finds me. It isn’t my fault jizz is prominent in society right now. I’m simply facilitating information and let’s be honest here, Adin, I can talk until I’m blue in the face about Blink-182 or the lionization of Little Joy and no one gives a shit. They’re going to go read it on HRO and that’s that. There are two things that drive traffic, Adin: tits and jizz. And I don’t do n00dz.

As Miss A. Ross’ personal representative I wanted to take this time to assure her audience that she is not by any means a “jizzaholic”. Yes, she is up for the sporadic strangulation or spanking but sipping secretions really isn’t up her ally. She does not have the stomach nor skills for such activities. No one kicks it with her because of her culinary chops. Miss A. Ross is simply a sarcastic young lady with a penchant for the playfully crude. The “jizzaholic” claims are complete rubbish and a simply silly assailment against her good name, especially considering only 2.56% of her posts are jizz-related. A word to the wise: her literature should not be taken at face value nor should her recent There’s Something about Mary semblance, which is completely fluid-free no matter what she claims.

Miss A. Ross does find strange sexual activities, drug-related recreations and illegal endeavors to be widely entertaining but is (for the most part) a very respectable and classy member of society. These erroneous accusations on her éclat should be dispelled in double-time by anyone who is subjected to their horrifying nature.

I apologize to all blood relations & all past/present/future employers, friends, lovers and associates on behalf of Miss A. Ross.

Cordially for the benefit of the ill-imaged,
Adin Hunter
Miss A. Ross’ editor, substitute tweeter and psychic.





Dear valued readers,

6 11 2008

At this juncture in time, Marissa A. Ross has been inexplicably lost somewhere between Shanghai and Los Angeles. Her last contact with the outside world was approximately seven hours ago- a tweet that read the following:

MarissaARoss has an aversion to airports, a dislike of customs & a bad attitude about possible seizure of her bamboo liqueur, poppies & mail order brides.

Such words make it very likely her attempt to smuggle back desirable & lucrative Oriental goods to interested parties were thwarted. It is also entirely likely that such endeavors will be keeping her over seas longer than originally intended. During our last communication, Miss A. Ross had expressed knowledge of the impending danger that was involved in her certainly illegal ventures but found them to be “arrogantly arousing”. I finally tracked down some sort of Shanghai government. Someone reported spotting her in the Shanghai bazaar, feverishly running through the crowds with a number of assumed stolen Tumi rolling suitcases, which could comfortably fit the collection of tiny Chinese women to whom she supposedly promised she would “give to good homes”. Her fellow travelers reveal a much more business-minded & bloodthirsty Marissa than most of us have grown to love, bragging that she didn’t need to take home one dollar silk purses, that she would, in fact, be taking the vendors themselves as “souvenirs” for the likely candidates- Robert W. Taylor, Andrew P. Glover and a rumored Weiss. Whether these men were going to be lucky recipients or were paying customers is uncertain but either way they will be sorely disappointed. The Shanghai government also reported recovering a whopping four point six pounds of Papaver somniferum, or opium poppies, when Miss A. Ross’ bags were over the acceptable weight for carry-on items. She briefly explained they were actually Papaver orientales which a Beijing Pharmacy had prescribed for “yin kidney disease”- the Chinese diagnosis for menopause. Although it was curious that she would be given herbal medicine for hot flashes at the tender age of twenty-two, the officials believed her bs (mostly because they said she looked like an anime character with her wide eyes and blunt bangs). The real problem was her constant slurring, the stench of bamboo liqueur (as well as another four open bottles of it) and that she was wearing a child’s medium size shirt with pandas doing Taijiquan with no shoes walking outside the terminal.

She willfully handed over the poppies then escaped on the back of one of her soon-to-be exported brides when the Tumi suitcases were opened. She was then seen riding into the Shanghai mists towards the Levitation trains, which travel at approximately two hundred & seventy miles per hour. It is uncertain of Miss A. Ross’ whereabouts but it is rumored by local scholars and prostitutes alike that she is heading back towards Hangzhou- she was a fan of West Lake & even contacted Westside Rentals on the third in hopes she could transfer her Los Angeles account abroad. Shanghai authorities were kind enough to send me the last photos taken of Miss A. Ross outside the terminal. A Japanese tourist recognized her as Dr. Parsons, the American crime scene investigator captured by the Yakuza on Channel101.com’s Your Magic Touched Me: Nights.

Any information on our absurdly absent author will be warmly welcomed & appreciated.

Please be advised, Miss A. Ross is ostensibly wild from various & unfamiliar liquors as well as possibly doped out of her mind on the young opium she managed to procure as well as hold onto throughout the ordeal. She is widely known for her sunny disposition and incredibly kind manners but beware: from personal experience she can be as brutish as a boar and as cunning as a small cat while looking like a mouse.

Word on the street is that she has a number of events to attend in Los Angeles in the coming weeks, including a screening of the new horror film Midnight Movie, starring best friend / T&tT correspondent Rebekah Brandes, as well as do a review of American Artist finalist Spencer Sharp‘s exhibition. So please keep your fingers crossed, your eyes peeled and your wits about you. She is sure to be as fiesty as ever- China is fifteen hours ahead so her impatientience will be at an all time high, she will be talking extremely fast and probably in an inaudible mumble of Mandarian slang and overused idioms.

On behalf of the preoccupied I extend gratitude.

Regards,

- Adin Hunter
Representative of Miss Marissa A. Ross, Confidante, Stunt-Double & Editor.








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