Jessica: Jio, I have low self-esteem.
Jio: Well, that’s understandable.
So most of our photo diary of Wemmy making was edited out to make room for other important arts articles (no hard feelings), but we thought you probably didn’t get the full impact of it because of these cuts. Let us just sum it up for you really quickly: Neil Patrick Harris on a unicorn.
This week we took the time to actually create the much-hyped Wemmy award, which will go to a deserving alum of the University for accomplishment in television production.
First off, we hope you all had a very pleasant Hanukkah (we might as well go with the majority demographic here).
Here in the last issue of the term, we thought we’d simply share with you a couple of things Carter L. Bays wrote for the Argus in his time at Wesleyan.
First off, we need to make an apology.
The plan for this week was to identify fan sites who we believe have such an obsession with the show that they will drop the activities of their everyday lives in order to help us on our quest (i.e. 40 year old virgins in their mother’s basements who thrive on Twinkies and World of Warcraft…and porn).
You probably thought we were just fucking around when we said we were going to Google the publicist of How I Met Your Mother, but we assure you, it was in earnest.
We have to admit, we’ve been coy with you. We never meant to mislead you, it’s just that…well, we wanted to impress you.
A week ago, three freshmen (uh, that would be us, Jessica, Jiovani, and Christina, for those of you not in the habit of reading by-lines) were given a quest.