of contentment, or maturity, or complacency, or cynicism. All of these probably. But more often than not these days, when I observe an online episode that’s contentious and lively and wildly inflammatory with many people contributing, and it avidly interests me as it touches on topics and themes and issues that I find personally compelling and thought-provoking: after considering the situation for a while, and the many positions expressed, worthy and less so, by those involved, I reason out an opinion or response that pleases me and which might draw some interesting reactions, because I think about these things a lot, and I might even have a respectable amount of experience in the matters at hand if I do say so myself. But I rarely make these thoughts public, or at least not published online, because at the end of the day, who really needs that shit anymore? In fact, this here, now, is a more interesting development to me, this internal sentiment, and not just because it’s about myself. So instead of putting those other thoughts down to be read, I put these thoughts, and now I’m going to walk out in the snow and catch a train to Baltimore.
February 2010
A counter-offer to my own offer?
Please rephrase in the form of a question.
I think it’s your turn to buy ME lunch! Tony Ortega owes me a conciliatory bottle of booze, at least.
I know, I really, really tried with that one, and I appreciated your contribution. Internet got no taste.
Right now the advantages of working in the Ace Hotel lobby are rapidly approaching zero. The effing net connection has been throttled to a crawl, I assume because my fellow laptop users have multiplied like voracious cockroaches. The morning was actually quite pleasant; good place for a public workspace, or a small meeting. Definite obvious preponderance of tech/tech-media people here today. I know there are also some big Time Warnet net problems in the neighborhood right now, but if things don’t improve in the next few minutes I’ll be forced to bail. Hot choco would be nice.
“The Monster stumbles into one of the luxury cabanas on the deserted island… where there is a record player… and booze. Sawyer is tipsy and nude. Finally, people are starting to enjoy their paradise. Apparently they have TONS of Jim Beam.”
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The Final Season of LOST as Seen by Someone Who Has Never Seen
This is the best thing on the Internet right now.
Someone has bitten the steez of Brian Van, with moderate success.
That’s what I’m doing today! So stimulating. Feel free to drop by or ask me a question about all the awesomeness poppin’ everywhere I look. This is basically an Apple Store with coffee and no geniuses.
Carol’s fantasy. Related: Archer gets renewed for a second season, and the PTC names it Worst Cable Show of the Week. (via drowsybutcher) (via archerprod)
“… violence, profanity, grotesque verbal imagery, and rampant homophobia … flagrant gay stereotypes … disgusting barrage of perverted ‘humor’ … child molestation, sadomasochism, drug-fuelled orgies … smutty, violent, adolescent … top-notch, innovative animation and a beautifully-designed title sequence.”
All questions about Nate’s content-based revenue streams must be directed to his Diaper Genie. We are still evaluating proposals for representation.
Coincidentally I have some very, very specific advice!
Meanwhile, if you want “real” “advice” just drop me a line, cmohney at blackbookmag dot com.
Shortish day today, and once again ready to answer questions I feel like answering. It’s Foster’s last day too, which is part of the reason for that shortishness. So please restrain yourself on the Foster haterade, unless that’s Foster’s shadow personality undermining himself, in which case I’ll be conflicted. Non-Foster topics welcome.
