Yesterday we looked at the strange phenomenon of Julia Allison rebloggers. We think they're weird and a little crazy. Some of you agreed with us, some of you didn't. So we thought we'd go to the source for more insight.

If you were self-obsessed enough to launch a website about yourself, and then had someone obsessed enough with you to launch their own website based entirely on you, would you be flattered or creeped-out? Julia Allison faces such a predicament.

No, not Jakob Lodwick. (Give him time.) But Harold Ford, Jr.! Ford is planning a run against appointed New York Senator Kirsten Gillibrand, and he has the backing of New York's richest Democratic donors.

Starting tomorrow, new FTC regulations require bloggers to disclose when they accept cash or freebies for posts. Appropriately enough, fameball queen Julia Allison is leading this coming wave of embarrassing confessionals, with a disclosure about her insides.

Remember the moment you knew MySpace was doomed? It came in the form of obnoxious ads. Which your Twitter stream is about to be. So: are you making that cash, or being cashed in on? Pay Per Post is back.

Julia Allison has broken up with her unlikely boyfriend, Christopher "Toph" Eggers. Yes, that Eggers: the younger brother of author Dave Eggers written about in Eggers' breakthrough memoir A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.

A New York Times reporter trafficked in kitten pictures; Julia Allison's fashion scheme spread like a virus; and everyone decided gay people need special handling. The Twitterati were hatching schemes.

On what twisted planet does a Harvard grad leave a law firm to work for Julia Allison? On this one, apparently. We once dared to hope microcelebrity was dead, felled by the economy and oversupply. Perhaps we were wrong.

The first Sony commercials are up on the web and boy, do they have a lot to teach us about life. At least life Julia Allison style!

So, while Hamilton was asking Julia Allison about her freelance rate for the item below she hopped on IM to ask what he was writing. Also she wanted to lodge a reader complaint about the direction of recent Gawker coverage.

In your clinically insane Thursday media column: We reveal Julia Allison's freelance rate, Mark Whicker says more unfortunate things, laid-off journalists hustle, and Garrison Keillor suffers a stroke. Possibly after hearing Julia Allison's freelance rate.

Josh Harris—the Silicon Valley O.G. who washed up when the 1.0 tech bubble burst—had his second life profiled by the Sunday Styles. Harris is the ultimate Where Are They Now? of the tech scene. And where is he?

Julia Allison wants to be a Web mogul. Foreman of a fameball factory. Oprah to a dozen young Dr. Phils. In short, she'd like to replicate herself. Ominously, for such grand ambitions, she's recruiting on Cragslist.

Julia Allison has signed a yearlong deal to make commercials for Sony. Let there be no doubt: This is a major coup for the fame-hungry "lifecaster." There, we said it.

Karl Rove couldn't get on Twitter's watch list; Julia Allison was unable to broadcast a portion of her life and a comedian was unimpressed with comically large food. The Twitterati felt out of character.

Courtney Love shopping downtown ... Mischa Barton talking on her phone while eating lunch outside with a friend ... Paul McCartney waving to photographers in East Hampton ... Dave Zinczenko, Dan Abrams, and Julia Allison having dinner at Copa in Bridgehampton ... Julia Roberts leaving her trailer on the set of Eat,…

An ABC reporter went off on Joe Scarborough; Julia Allison asked if she could be mean if she felt like it and a Twitter-less vacation proved hard to start. The Twitterati just had to get in one last dig.

Allen Salkin - the Seymour Hersh of the Styles section - files this weekend on a group of media writers in New York who're meeting in an Murray Hill (?!) penthouse. Old school, but the rub? No twittering, blogging, oversharing.