@sarrible: Have you watched the show based on that site? It's a hair-gelled Harvey Levin Fellatio Festival for the Hollywood parasites who work in that office. Makes shows like Inside Edition look classy.
A move to display ads signals that they have no idea how to make money and that this ship is sinking fast. In fact, only a couple of months ago they denounced display ads. These guys are desperate. I will be so pissed when they flip this thing, because it is worth negative dollars.
@FaceMelter: It's kind of sad how what was once was part of my required reading is now a shadow of itself. But I still get a kick out of how VW datelines read "San Francisco," but with Eastern time, so it's not all bad.
I was afraid when I saw this that it would be either overly-fawning or overly-damning as the author is ex-Gawker, but I think this review seems to be really balanced.
As a person that would never ever allow himself to be confined to only 140 characters, I don't tweet, but as a person that recognizes that I need to get my name out there (for god knows why) I keep a Twitter (and a Tumblr) that just posts my blog stream. And for some reason, people follow this rehashing Twitter.
I look forward to seeing this book filed with all of the books on MySpace. And Friendster. And AOL.
@Alaska Miller: I won't! TIWYF isn't new or groundbreaking in its curated-from-Tumblr process (like Postcards From Yo Momma, LATFHipster, Boner Party - does Boner Party have a book deal, yet? - and whatever else is out there/going to be out there). If they want a Weekend Plug, they're gonna have to make and consequently eat a bunch of the book's featured dishes on a live streaming camera, and at the end of my shift, I get to resuscitate one of them from Cardiac Arrest with crash cart paddles. Don't worry, I've already thought about this.
Call me when the Books On Tape version comes out.
I know you're reading this Nick, and if it's not 'fleshed-out' by Ed Asner and Bernadette Peters I'm not buying it.
A few years back, my dad and I were driving in the car when "Toxic" by Britney Spears came on. The song had just come out and had proven to be a big hit, reaffirming Britney's status as a definite pop celebrity of my generation.
I asked my dad what he thought of Britney; he gave it a few minutes' thought, and then predicted that she'd be a Trivial Pursuit answer within a couple years. I laughed off his claim at the time, but then, ya know, a couple years later she went umbrella-wielding nutso on us, and it looked like Dad was right.
The feeling my Dad got about Britney in the car that night is the feeling I get whenever Twitter becomes profiled as a Thing Of Our Generation. I mean, it is, but ya know, so was Myspace.
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It looks like a college guide or SAT prep book.
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As a person that would never ever allow himself to be confined to only 140 characters, I don't tweet, but as a person that recognizes that I need to get my name out there (for god knows why) I keep a Twitter (and a Tumblr) that just posts my blog stream. And for some reason, people follow this rehashing Twitter.
I look forward to seeing this book filed with all of the books on MySpace. And Friendster. And AOL.
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I know you're reading this Nick, and if it's not 'fleshed-out' by Ed Asner and Bernadette Peters I'm not buying it.
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I asked my dad what he thought of Britney; he gave it a few minutes' thought, and then predicted that she'd be a Trivial Pursuit answer within a couple years. I laughed off his claim at the time, but then, ya know, a couple years later she went umbrella-wielding nutso on us, and it looked like Dad was right.
The feeling my Dad got about Britney in the car that night is the feeling I get whenever Twitter becomes profiled as a Thing Of Our Generation. I mean, it is, but ya know, so was Myspace.