Somewhere near 4am, I turned into an awful blowhard, didn’t I? Congratulations, Josh: You bring out the self-righteous, sanctimonious prig in me. (I bet you get that from all the girls.)
It has, as ever, been an honor and a pleasure sparring with you. Win or lose – and let’s not call this a landslide just yet; I’m about to mobilize the phone banks, maybe buy some airtime…plus there’s that whole airport bathroom stall scandal I’ve been keeping in my back pocket – I look forward to shaking hands with you across the aisle at next week’s Happy Hour.
And then of course there’s next weekend, when I’ll be locking you in a room with me to watch 11 Hitchcock films in a row for our upcoming Halloween feature.
Just you wait: Hitchcock will heal all our wounds.
This article appears in October 17 • 2008.
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A graduate of the Michener Center for Writers at the University of Texas, Kimberley has written about film, books, and pop culture for The Austin Chronicle since 2000. She was named Editor of the Chronicle in 2016; she previously served as the paper’s Managing Editor, Screens Editor, Books Editor, and proofreader. Her work has been awarded by the Association of Alternative Newsmedia for excellence in arts criticism, team reporting, and special section (Best of Austin). The Austin Alliance for Women...
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