Before we go any further:
Freakblogging my ear infection (“Oh, hey look, MORE OF THESE GODDAMN SQUARES”) was….interesting.
Photoshopping Glenn Beck’s offer to put his dick in your ear was cute.
Sending a bunch of sleazy get-rich-quick Twitter con artists sputtering all over themselves was great.
Getting behind the ears of angry Tween indie rock fans (and Twlight Fans) was fun.
The Harvard-Yale game? Fish/barrel glee.
Identifying John Mayer as a (probable) date rapist was an (astute!) blast.
Being read the riot act by London loyalists and British ex-pats was hysterical.
And getting to write about Samuel L. Jackson being Nick Denton’s neighbor was like an MDMA Milkshake first thing Sunday morning. This was the kind of weekend of mischief I’d envisioned perpetrating one day when I started getting into trouble with these guys.
But what’s about to go up, which involved a lot of help, from a lot of people, and—look, boss, you inspired me—for a very good cause, is something I’m actually proud of. And not in that look what a fuckface I can be sometimes kind of way.
This is going to be fun, and great, and I really, really, really hope everyone likes it. So! Stay tuned…
