Working out in the open is one of the joys of working at Gawker. So — if just to head off those annoying "you'll do anything for the pageviews" comments — I thought I'd pass along this morning's memo from overlord Nick Denton to all of Gawker Media. In a nutshell, Nick's changing all of that for 2010 to a new bonus…
Chuck Klosterman is now on Twitter. Do with that what you will.
I must've inadvertently done a rain dance to the gossip gods yesterday, because here at Gawker Weekend HQ, Christmas is here. Not often do I get too many O RLY?! moments like this. Everyone, meet my boss Nick's new neighbor:
We keep telling you which Halloween costumes to avoid, but we wouldn't be very servicey if we didn't offer up some suggestions, now would we? So, before you hit Halloween Headquarters this weekend, here is a list of Gawker-approved ideas.
What a small world! Who would've thought? Marty Singer—the lawyer laying into my boss for a cool mil over the McSteamy Tape—would be taking other big-money cases on behalf of sleazy celebrities? Well, he got to Kate Gosselin!
Kerry Lynn McCashin, daughter of Mrs. Lynn McCashin and Dr. Fred McCashin of Southern Pines, N.C., was married yesterday to Christopher Porter Batty, son of Mrs. Jill Corbett and Mr. Derek Batty of Long Island, N.Y. Time to embarrass them.
Nothing like a good dick joke, right? So says the hetero, who keeps going on about the Lady Gaga Penis Business. But Dan Abrams' henchwoman and Fearless Leader of Mediaite, Rachel Sklar, can't stop it with the vagina talk. Proof?
Here's our artist friend Tucker "Tucker" Max (who am I to make fun of names?) on the "Lemondrop" radio show scoffing at the notion that he would ever email Gawker, that's ridiculous. Huh.
Megan Fox has super special sexual powers. Avril Lagine's love-life is "komplicayted," or however she spells it. Jon Gosselin is still around. Justin Timberlake's a funny drunk. Babies, rappers, Yokos, McSteamies, and more! Presenting your Rosh Hashana Morning Gossip Roundup.
So, this happened: Richard Blakeley, Gawker's video editor, was arrested a week ago last Friday on domestic violence charges against ex-girlfriend Jessica Amason. This blog has posted the info. Blakeley says on his Tumblr the charges "are 100% not true."
Keith McNally—proprietor of media commissary Balthazar—also owns New York's restaurant of the moment, Minetta Tavern. It's an elusive reservation, because the place is packed with celebrities. But what happens when Gawker Alumnus Jesse Oxfeld tries to get in?
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.
So, Mediaite's Rachel Sklar did a piece about cars. What? Yes: cars. Ray Wert at Gawker Media car blog Jalopnik posted on it. Sklar dove in the comments. Car people are insane. What do you think happened? Results pictured. Enjoy.
SoHo House, why're you so cruel? The Manhattan country club thriving on envy of an "elite" membership will crack down on violators of their draconian policies/culture eugenics! Suits are neit wanted. Neither are real books, which they intend to imprison.
Well, as you've probably seen today, this website and a bunch of other websites like it weren't working because we were too busy stealing...coffee, from Variety! Great place. Anyway, here's a video of a sleepwalking dog.
The future of blogging rests in Choire Sicha and Alex Balk's laptops. After defecting from the Gawker Empire for Radar, which closed, they opened up their own shop: The Awl, which arrived in (thrust itself into?) a new era, today.
Last night, the country's media-tech-social scene collided in something called The Webutante Ball. Instead of forging an alternate universe in a Big Bang-esque explosion, it thankfully existed for one evening atop the Empire Hotel. We braved it for you.
Dear Ryan:
As I head to NBC to run its Bay Area site, I'm leaving you one Silicon Valley gossip blog, used but in good condition. A few thoughts on how to keep it that way.
Hello there! I'm Foster, and I'll be your camp counselor for the weekend.
Oh, look. Time has one of those annoying click-here-25-times-to-see-the-best-of-something lists and evidently they don't like us very much. What did we do to fall out of the newsweekly's favor?
