WE ARE YOUR FEK

Meant to post this last night (am I breaking my own 12PM rule if there’re no photos?), but a “nice” to Blakeley and Del and Kidder. The Delta House of Gawker Media held a beer pong tournament on the roof that was a good time, but even nicer, was filled with employed media and tech people. It made me delusional for a second that people can still make money in this business. That went away quick, but it was nice for the moment it lasted. Meanwhile, Cajun and I—the Bastard Children of Gawker Editorial—got our asses handed to us in an embarrassing game against two of the guys on Tumblr’s Boys Club Staff (+Meaghan…Karp and LARP Plus Girl? Working on a name for this. ) but I think it was mostly due to the fact that Cajun was giving Justin Rocket Silverman the once-over about the ancient Eastern art of fingerbanging or something. Maybe B just wants a new middle name. Who knows. We got fuckin’ killed.