Our fucking masthead. Do I have to explain my point? And Morey Amsterdam died in 1996. Not even a journalist!
I’m standing pat on my 34 seconds of internet research. But dude’s a theater geek, so I have to lay down arms. And I wasn’t the one who said it was our duty to show everyone the door. I was just following orders, cat man (that’s why I call him the Boss).
Sylvester? Either I’m illiterate or you are smoking crack.
Still on the masthead? Yeah, so is Nick Sylvester and Morey Amsterdam. So fucking what?
Apologize? I’m trying to save him from endless springing for Bud Lights and awkwardly crashing dirt dull media parties. Seeing Dana twice a year really doesn’t make up for that.
He’s still on the masthead, and I really don’t think he’s the GM version of Hunter S. You still read that shit because it’s the only paying blog gig you ever got.
This looks the worst: not getting the memo. Mohney no longer works at Gridskipper. He runs Black Book online, which could very well be a GM blog, who the fuck knows? While you should feel like an asshole for this, I’m sure you don’t, but please apologize to Fek now.
I don’t know what looks worst here: that people don’t identify Gridskipper as GM blog; that no one cares that much about Mohney anymore, or that the quality of GM related snark is so abysmally low. I expect this quality of writing from someone who is willing to admit they ‘follow’ us. Clearly in the worst sense.
That was 99, btw.
And I’m the good-looking one.
Huh, boss, you are right. It’s endlessly necessary to point out there are more than one of us. To qualify, I’m the only one that calls him ‘The Boss’ and it’s not because of his staggering rendition of Rosalita.
Better meds, then dead. Here’s a band worth your noodling time.
That’s probably a little too much god for the afternoon. Sorry.
Oh, god, we are adding followers. And they are being dispatched directly from douchebag central.
Good god, […]— it’s finding out if he bleaches his Upper Intenstine (edited for clarity).
Given how half assed our main blog posting is, shouldn’t we swap the columns?
I’m starting the Burying People Drinks Fund. When are we getting your Denton kiss off? Or is it kiss ass now?
Sac went to Burning Man last year and hell, even I saw the Dead at RFK once. She stays.
I asked for a list. You did nothing besides brag about the fact that Jessica Cutler once emailed you. Chet, if you are a nice guy, sorry. But I would have advised against that copy, yo.
Whoa whoa whoa. The girl who named her blog after a Dead song gets a free pass just because she’s under 25?
Hey, I actually know and like Chet! (This is gonna be tougher on me than I thought. I might have to start a “Buying People Drinks” fund.) Can we turn our wrath-like attention to David Karp? Tumblr obviously needs a blocking feature.
Tumblr formatting is just turd.
Start with this: These are my curious clippings & comments mostly reflecting a viewpoint on how young people + tech is changing the media is changing communications is changing this city is changing what I had for brunch. And end it with this: (it’s a personal website, yo). God, before I die I never want to have to listen to a new business pitch from a (choke) consulting organization...
This should go without saying but females under 25 are granted unquestioning immunity. That’s right Katie Bakes, you have 3 months before we start judging you on actual faux-criteria.
Did you see, someone finally figured out what was wrong with Second Life? Yeah, because it’s not in a browser. Or because, you know, it’s filled with furries. Though it is interesting that they lump it in with WoW, a distinctly not unnsuccessful enterprise. What does all this mean? Carney is really thrilled he can expect a mash up of his two best things ever: iPhones and DnD.
My son just expressed his displeasure with my having to work all day by proclaiming: “The people at your work all fart in their tacos.” How did he know?
And since we’re on the subject, my friends and I have always been big Mogwai song title fans.
Who said there are no good stalkery features on Tumblr? Look, a cheery wave from stranded youngsters. (OK, none of you are gonna get that reference, with the possible exception of Maura, so here you go. Yippee fun, huh?)
That was Jim, btw.
Mark Mothersbaugh is teaching my son to draw as I type this.
I’m telling you, that Facebook thing is fucking freaky. Today: Spiers (again), Lindsay (pretends to forget my name) and Jesse (is nice to me because of some jew +1 rule I haven’t figured out).
I’m pretty sure this feinsodville character does not qualify for any of the Boss’s can’ts/won’ts. Guilty of: posting photos of their cat. Also guily of: naming said cat Oliver.
There’s still some vestige of blogebrity? Isn’t that a Mohney operation?
Before I get going, we’re going to need the standard list from the boss: who he wants to fuck, who is some tribe member he’s going to have to apologize to, and whose ass he wants to stick his nose in, etc. But no one can speak ill to Maura. She’s my only internet fan. And she’s really nice. But mostly because she’s my only fan.
Let’s go about this systematically: Rudeboy7969, please stop following us. Among other things, you’re not a chick.
Bloglines? A dying service. Smells like a Dana Observation. Check the Google Reader (Google it) numbers.
Dude, I’m one our bloglines subsribers and I haven’t been on that site in over two years. You wayyyy overestimate the value of our RSS subs.
We’re hemorrhaging Bloglines subscribers too. Somehow this mix of piety, sanctimony and early 90s college rock just isn’t working.
Also, on the offchance that you hate low culture…
File This Under Things For Which There Are Surely Historic Parallels Of Some Sort Or Another.
How fucking small is the media rolodex in this town? Oh, sorry, Facebook group. Whatever. I’m going to start a Muxtape for Housing Works event assholes. First on my list will be The Flanders Road. Put that in your magic realism and smoke it ‘book group’ ladies.
So who did we manage to alienate today? Tumblr lacks any really interesting stalkery features.
Wonder to other twee fuckers about the fact that he was angling towards Pedro the Lion Xtain-indie territory before every mop topped fixie riding asshole on Bedford wanted to suck his dick (good topic for convo at Lolita next Wednesday); do not feel guilty about agreeing with everyone that BQE was a colossal failure (even though no one has seen it), and just be glad you don’t have to pretend...
what are the rules on liking sufjan stevens? please advise.
More like rode hard and put away wet. I’m back from Vegas, where the racks are better and no one cares where you went to college or what you do for a living. Oh, and I won three grand playing craps. I’m so outta here.
Looks like Julia beat Emily. I was giving backstory (tiresomely) to a friend in a cab earlier, and I thought this: what happened to the racktastic freindship of Julia and Rachel? Withered? Torn?
Why stop at sundown? Always with the jew thing. I think we lost more than one, but also gained some. Question being, how the fuck do people find us? I might even being believing that people actually like you. In other words, I was going to say staying in Saturday is the new black. Or the new middle age, but what with iPhones and all, you can never be sure the source of these erudite emissions.
What? We only lost ONE follower today?? Jesus. Guess who. Yep, Nikola. I anus you, YM.
That $5K enables one Palestinian teen to bunk with a Jewish peer at Summer Peace Camp in Maine. See, instead of hating Jews for geo-political purposes, they’ll now have a host of other reasons like asthma.
Damn, you got suckered into giving somone five grand because you think they can make people like Jews? And it was Jews, no less? I’ll never understand your people. When the dagos want to shake their people down, they just threaten them. Because they are lazy.