This video, "Diary," was posted by photojournalist and documentarian Tim Hetherington three months ago. His description reads: "'Diary' is a highly personal and experimental film that expresses the subjective experience of my work, and was made as an attempt to locate myself after ten years of reporting. It's a…
As my final post, I thought I'd leave you with something you could actually use: a visual glossary of some of the most essential people, places, and things from the expansive Defamer universe. Enjoy.
Tomorrow, the old Defamer guard—whose heartfelt, semi-coherent ramblings you've warmly welcomed into your homes, office cubicles, and Unabomber shacks for nearly five years now—will bid you all a fond adieu. But this story ends happily.
Like a waffling yard sale lady who, push come to shove, simply couldn't part with her prized collection of People "Sexiest Man Alives," Nick Denton has succumbed to a crippling case of seller's remorse.
It's been two months since we introduced our new look to you, and for the most part, you seem to have embraced it. Still, we get the occasional complaint that the screen looks too cluttered.
We have exciting year-end news for anyone tired of Gawker Media's steady encroachment upon your Defamer-savoring experience: We're breaking free from the mothership!
Greetings, Defamer readers. If you've been with us for a long time, you may have noticed a slow and steady bloat encroach upon what was once a tidy and compact visual read.
We apologize for the interruption in your regularly scheduled Defaming-of-beloved-scifi-icon services. Apparently one of the rodents who powers our servers got a foot caught in his wheel, sending him flying into the circuitry.
We interrupt the regular schedule to offer this important announcement: You may have noticed yet another intriguing feature added to our ever-evolving commenting boards: collapsed comments. Understandly, some of you have expressed dismay that your comments have been reduced to the first few words, their remainder…
We're thrilled to announce a new addition to the Defamer team today: Please give a warm welcome to Matt McCluskey and Julie Miller—the devious and hilarious minds behind the UTA Job List blog we posted about not long ago. From their Official Bio&trade:
We apologize for the unscheduled break in your daily Defamer procrastination-enabling services, but apparently the Gawker Media server had been accidentally let go in the flurry of downsizings to recently befall our company. An intern has been dispatched to beg the large device to return to HQ, with a $0.07-an-hour…
We apologize for any dead-air you may have experienced when trying to access the site over the past hour or so, as a minor technical malfunction led to a teensy weensy network-wide outage among your favorite Gawker Media blogspots. Everything seems to be functioning now, however, and we should get back up to speed…
[Mood: Unsettling mix of trouser-soiling fear and misguided hope. Song: "The One Where Everyone On 'Six Feet Under' Dies" by Sia]
[SFX: a PHONE RINGING at Defamer HQ]
Of the 9 or 10,000 posts I've done since we started this site, this one is the hardest to write. After almost four years here at Defamer, I've decided it's finally time to move on. In an effort to keep this short and sweet, I'll be climbing out of the blogging hamster-wheel this Friday, and though I wish I had…
Today marks the launch of io9, our brand-spanking-new Gawker Media sister site (the first work day of the new year is a busy one back at our corporate mothership) that seeks to sate the appetite of sci-fi fans who think nothing of following up a 24-hour Battlestar Galactica marathon by inserting toothpicks under their…
Happy 2008! Though we're still trying to pry off the confetti stubbornly cemented to various body parts by dried champagne (please, don't press us for details on the exact places we're having a hard time de-spangling), we're ready for whatever Hollywood nonsense the new year holds. But first, we have an announcement…
As some readers complained that last year's holiday greeting caused their usual Christmas bedtime visions of dancing sugar-plums to be replaced by nightmares starring a certain mysteriously infantilized—if still festively attired—superproducer, we've decided to soften this year's offering a bit. Who could possibly be…
We know that the last thing anyone wants to hear about is our technical problems (and yet here we go anyway!), but one of those internet outages that our service provider occasionally likes to surprise us with to keep us on our toes has forced us out in the world to find a connection. We should be up shortly, though…
