Sep 05 2008
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Better than Garfield Minus Garfield, in Paris I found Garfield Minus English!
Aug 31 2008
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this 44 year old d00d just tried to add me to myspace… think i should approve?
i think i need to delete myspace. it’s more disgusting than john mccain’s neck.
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Headed back to London on the 12:01 am train from Oxford. What a weekend. Thank you, Natasha and Tom, for being incredibly gracious hosts.I don’t get it. You’re basically ALWAYS taking your own picture, yet you look away as though you were caught “unaware” - what the hell is the point of that? Is your attention span that small that you forget you’re taking the picture?
Aug 27 2008
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With the bride, Natasha. We were best friends from 4th grade on … she’s now getting her phd in math at Oxford. She is incredible. Always has been, always will be.
Aug 22 2008
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“ Instead, publishers should take a page from the handbook of Gawker founder Nick Denton and create stars. Find micro-celebs with a voice, talent, a niche base of readers, and most important — enthusiasm. Then leverage the publisher’s brand [and the techniques I advocate, of course] to blow them out.
— Well I’m game. From Sarah Lacy’s BusinessWeek piece on how publishers can use the web to promote books. (via nickdouglas)
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So there’s this girl who I’ve been LJ friends with for around three years. We first met in person about two years ago, and since then met several times after she became a fellow author at Seattle Metblogs, where I used to write. Now, I always knew she was a sort of, well, let’s just say she’s the type that’s very into blogging about riding her bike and cooking local and organic and living economically and so on. For example, once I wrote on Plurk that nothing made me feel grown-up quite like taxis and dry cleaning, and she replied rather snidely, “Nothing makes me feel grown-up like budgeting.” Gag/snore.
But when the whole N.D. thing started, she really lost her shit. She and a couple other Metbloggers, as I mentioned in my original post, cut me off as a result. You can see that go down here: http://www.plurk.com/p/1s6n0. It ended with her rather dramatic declaration:
I can’t watch this anymore. I’m sorry, I have to remove you from my plurk/twitter.
So when the N.D. situation was thoroughly done for, I thought I’d extend an olive branch. I don’t know why, really, I guess it just seemed a pity to throw away a three year relationship over a non-starting fling. Okay, and I hate losing followers. So I posted a comment on her LJ:
You were totally right about N., of course, so you might be amused to read my account of what happened with him.
http://pocketnovel.tumblr.com/post/46387586/fuck-you-you-56-shrimpy-piece-of-shit
It’s been all over the internets the last few days, as documented by http://blogebrity.tumblr.com/.She replied this morning:
Actually, I am not interested in “being right” or being in a position of “I told you so”. I removed myself from your blogs/online presence because I like you, but we’re at different stages in our life. The last thing you need is someone telling you what you should and should not do. I don’t think I’ll check those links, so I hope you’re ok and have no regrets.
Wow. I mean, is it just me or is that incredibly…condescending? Sheesh, I mean really! “Different stages in our life.” Yes, you’re at the stage where you’re a smug self-righteous tool, and I’m at the stage where I’m, well, not.
Needless to say, I won’t be looking to resurrect this relationship again.
Aug 21 2008
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While I'm disappointed
in the way two women have chosen to portray me (much more Melissa’s account of our sixth breakup than Chaya’s story, as I loved Melissa and we hurt each other deeply) I’ll let them speak for themselves. For my part, I won’t be dealing with this in public. We’ve seen what that can lead to: book deals.
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“ Direct messages (from a secret Twitter account) are an ingenious way to communicate with slightly creepy, but intriguing, one-night-stands.
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Sure they are, suuuuure they are.
(via nickdouglas)
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“ 1. Yeah, we did it. I was drunk. 2. He texted me non-stop for two weeks. I responded to nothing. 3. I finally told him to back off with a lie about getting serious with friend. 4. He texted me again after that. I did not respond.
— That’s What She Said - ew. Oh, god. I can think of far too many women who could have this same story (the getting drunk, the text barrage) and that’s only from what he told me of the twentyish fucks, most of them one-time-only, that he’s had in the last year and a half. It’s not the quantity that’s the issue; there will be no slutbaiting here. It’s the way he went about it, from what I hear: the sitting at home waiting for a girl to write a post, the immediate IM in response, the text if she doesn’t respond to that. All those nights I thought he was actually on a sweet date, maybe getting to know someone new I might even like to meet? He was just as likely at home, refreshing his Newsfeed, waiting for one of the roster of women he monitored to respond to this request for a drink. All that said, Sarah was really fantastic to meet, and for all that this medium accelerated emotional catharsis blah blah blah today, having it connect me to pretty much the exact right woman to have a drink with tonight made the predictable hand-wringing over “Internet oversharing!” almost irrelevant. Everyone else — why not go start a groupblog at dontfucknickdouglasagain.tumblr.com? That seems easier. (via melissa)