Much Ado About Not Much
PETA: The Swordfish On The Plate In Front Of You Is Actually A “Sea Kitten.” How Could You!?!
Oh, PETA. Excellent cause. And so well-argued. But hey, cute fishie graphic. I myself like my sea kittens grilled and marinated with rosemary and basil-infused olive oil. Preferably fresh out of…
Noah Robischon to Leave Gawker for FastCompany.com
Okay, that’s it—I’m starting my own media company. There really just couldn’t be a better time, no? Refugees welcome.
David Cho, whose otherness has allowed for an immersion into both African-American and Caucasian cultures so profound that he has emerged as a de facto intermediary between those two groups, informs you of th newest jam you’ll find yourself jerking arrhythmically to during your next fall Chardonnay and fondue fête.
Gawker's Pharmaceutical Leitmotif
I dearly love Sheila, but it was one thing when Denton had us—or, rather, Richard Morgan, on his one and only day on the job!—soliciting the opinions of Gawker commenters on their stimulant of preference. It’s a whole other farm of fleas when he’s got his staffers discussing theirs. Kind of a downer. (My most sincere apologies for that one. Sincerely.)
Raise your hands if you’re interested in a benzo-themed retro-Gonzo media phase! Or just visit Erowid.org, like everyone else. Psst, Sheils: is it just me or does your post somewhat sort of slightly resemble this thing?
Some Video Gamers Leery of Obama’s Views - NYTimes.com
Oh for fuck’s sake, New York Times. Stelter, for reals?