If you’re one of the hundred or so people who got an e-mail from the Stranger yesterday informing you that your valentine didn’t make it into the print edition due to lack of space, I feel your rage: Mine didn’t make the cut either. It seems we (idiotically) cut the very first batch we received, which rewarded procrastinators and punished those of us who have our shit together.
If you hop over to the Stranger home page, the neglected love notes are there (marked “Extra Special Valentines”) in case you need to e-mail the link to your lover—save him or her from searching the entire paper in vain and prove that you do care.
We really did receive way more valentines than we expected or had room for (trust me, we wouldn’t have cut your horoscope otherwise). Sucks hard, though, I know.