Wow, thanks! I'm so going to use you as a reference after I get let go for not doing any real work.

Thanks! Um, Julia thinks so too?

[julia.nonsociety.com]

I love your avatar!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well. I think I have finally figured out The Gawkers.

Mostly they are The really awesome, smart Gheighs and The Old-Youngs, living in NYC, and surrounding shithole burroughs. New York is so shitty. Just kidding! Also, Boston and New Jersey and LA. The Gawkers are from those shitty places, too.

Everyone has their own little group and conversation, and while they are travelling on their trains and subways and feet, they are gawking and twittering and tumbling. They are also doing all these things while they are eating and drinking and picking their noses. They are sitting on the pot gawking and gawking while they are working. These are people who are not afraid to open multiple windows. Not only are The Gheighs and The Old-Youngs great multi-taskers, but they are all batshit insane. It is like an added plus to the whole Gawker experience. I mean, I just got on here so I could make fun of Julia Allison. I've found some funny people in the process. Some of them even have funny blogs of their own.

Everyone else is here for the actual gawking and subsequent commentary. So, I read and respond ( and wait for Ketch's scythe ... under my desk in the fetal position) while at the same time relishing my time in the Gawker comment world. This is so 21 st century. Did I mention I am 90?

At first I thought I was on here to (secretly, passive-aggressively and distantly) ogle JA, but I soon realized there is so much more. Jakob, Keith ... it is so hard not to wonder publicly about your street creds. And, I am from Alabama. Maybe you two need to drink more whiskey and shave less? I hate to suggest this, but maybe read some Hemingway, too?

The commenters are the best part of Gawker. Except that one time I was attacked, but fuck the dog-loving haters, yo!

I have this business card where my name makes this box and just the umbrella-handle "J" is the only thing capitalized. I used to be really silly and vain. I mean, I'm still silly and vain, but I used to, too, so there.

So, I guess you know that the South will rise again? Because they made me say that five times before handing me my high-school diploma. You can't see me, but after I typed that, I got up from my chair, blasted some buckshot into the air and screamed, "Woo Hoo! I'm wild!"

Until I'm murdered by Ketch,

Jenniferhdaniel

Gawker, I heart you.

I'm strangely turned on and hungry at the same time. Bizarre.

Fun!! Can we stop at Dairy Queen for a vanilla cone with chocolate magic shell?

And can you spot me?

I will follow you forever. Anywhere.

My cat likes watching ESPN.

Yay and I found another! I'll do all the XF editorializing required, yessiree bob and I won't spare the horses. Seriously , my geeky fangirl had been repressed for years but when I heard they were making another movie, I fell out of my chair and all that geekiness came a-rising to the top again. Ask me anything , I'll be delighted to oblige, There's actually quite a few of us knocking around here believe it or not!
See you in the comments!
C.

The idiosyncrasies of posting on Gawker never cease to amaze me. I swear they keep it buggy on purpose just to heighten the tension and drama-rama feeling to the whole process.

I had no trouble seeing the tongue firmly planted in cheek in what you wrote. Most things I write are at best only half-serious as well, so rest assured not only can I take it, but I like it.

I admire you for being able to major in ballet. I took one ballet course at a college, once. I dropped the course after two weeks. All the usual ballet crap, and a grade on top of it? Hell fucking no, pardon my language. Frown at me, imply I'm worthless, and then give me a B-? At least I sense that ballet masters elsewhere kind of respect you for taking their shit. College dance had a whole 'nother level of politics to navigate.

Nice to meet and have a good one.