Good lord. How do the human content-factories who work like this keep from spontaneously combusting? It makes putting up a few (thoughtful, nuanced, like this one, amirite?) posts on Slog while making the glory that is The Stranger every week seem like a cake walk*.

*And I mean a literal cake walk, like walking on a carpet of cakes. I would really like to do that. But then I don't like cake that much.