Those of you with the requisite number of fingers will note that this is our third (3) issue of the What. With this numerical advance has come a process of maturity: from eager freshman enthusiasm to sophomore disillusionment to the jaded professionalism of real vets. Every morning, we editors drag our aching bones out of bed, suck some nicotine into our already charred lungs, and swill down a brand of coffee best kept in government-approved drums with yellow and black warning labels on their sides. All in quest of the product that you, the comfortable reader, now hold in your freshly manicured hands. So you damn well better enjoy it.