Hopefully you're enjoying the fantastic new redesign here at Gawker. We're aware that there are still a few unresolved issues, but rest assured that our tech team is working diligently to address them. On the less diligent side, nobody is doing shit about our fucking servers, which hinders our ability to post in anything approximating a timely schedule. You might have noticed the tons of clips today? They are all we can get out! If you are actually reading this post it's some kind of bloggy Christmas miracle. Anyway, there are a couple of things we do during the twenty to thirty minutes (that is not at all an approximation) we spend waiting for a new window to open: Doree goes for a manicure. Emily pickets funerals. Stein does some sort of complicated ballet routine around the office. Balk and Choire engage in conversations like the one that follows on a daily basis.
BALK BTW: There needs to be a word to describe the feeling of frustration one endures while waiting for a new entry window to open while all the time knowing that what one is going to post isn't really that good anyway,
RHYMES WITH STORY: postenshitfreude?
BALK BTW: Perfect. Is there an umlaut?
RHYMES WITH STORY: ScheißenPostenFreude
BALK BTW: haha
RHYMES WITH STORY: breaking, you say?
BALK BTW: in the context of the post, yes
RHYMES WITH STORY: this server sucks, i'm going to the store.
BALK BTW: should i try to schedule something else?
RHYMES WITH STORY: nah we fine
BALK BTW: at some point i'll even be able to post blogs!
RHYMES WITH STORY: no you won't.
RHYMES WITH STORY: don't fool yourself.
BALK BTW: Server conversation deja vu is the worst kind of deja vu of all.
RHYMES WITH STORY: OH MY GOD I KNOW.
RHYMES WITH STORY: I HATE ME/YOU.
RHYMES WITH STORY: server vu freude.
BALK BTW: I'm posting this.
RHYMES WITH STORY: doubt it.
RHYMES WITH STORY: how could you?
RHYMES WITH STORY: I'm going to go smoke. You go for a walk. No drinking!
Then Balk goes to Shark Bar and drinks. Be back in half an hour for my next post!