Editor's note: The following announcement appears in this week's paper. Why are we posting it here? Because Houstoned is soon going to become Hair Balls, and we thought you'd like to know, since you are reading Houstoned, after all. We promise all the same great content; there's just going to be a lot more of it.
We’ve studied the matter long and hard, and we’ve come to this conclusion: There just might be something to this “Internet” thing after all. We’re thinking it can be a place where people read about stuff — on their computers! Or other contraptions! — and then comment on it. So, just as Barack Obama would say, we’re announcing a change we can believe in. As of July 14, 2008, Hair Balls becomes Web-based.
On the Web, it will be expanded, it will be updated constantly, it will become a destination for all who point and click and want to experience the sweat-drenched mystery that is Houston. We won’t completely abandon our print roots for pixels. The hard-copy edition of the Houston Press each week will include a roundup of items from the blog. But you, as a savvy user of -cutting-edge technology, will have already seen what those poor, benighted readers who stick to print have been anxiously awaiting every Thursday.
The other Houston Press blogs will remain and thrive, with some name adjustments. The sports blog is now simply Ballz; the music and entertainment blog is Rocks Off; and the food blog remains Eating…Our Words.
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And if somehow this Web thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, we’ll go back to printing fat, money-making dead-tree papers filled with classified ads. — Richard Connelly