Evergreen and Lick Her

Someday I'll figure out a way to strip identity and auto-post emails sent to the YM tip box. In the meantime, here's an analog copy-and-paste job.

BTW, that pot post was begging for your friend's comment. WTF already with all the weed talk, Emily? Now I remember why I stop talking to my friends once they get sober -- they're INSUFFERABLE. I really think Emily has a lot of talent and is funny and coherent but she went, like, insane a few months ago. The weed, the "vacation," the baby-wanting...it's not the right brand of narcissism for Gawker.

I respectfully disagree, as does Choire Sicha apparently. In the blog world there is no such thing as the wrong brand of narcissism. Proof positively: Julia Allison, poster girl, shooting range, whatever. It's one of the few renewable resources we have. Our lives might be smaller vacuums these days but at least our thighs (American and otherwise) are massaged to the hum of a high-speed dirt spinning Dyson. It's like taking coals to Newcastle, no?

If the "death of culture" happened, as eulogized by Andrew Keen, don't blame it on my blogging brethren and sistren. That occurred a long fuckin' time ago and now we're just prettying up the burial grounds. So yeah, here's another sterno log on the fire. (Randy, plenty more where that came from. I found the old AE box in Maryland last weekend and I'm thinking "tribute blog" - get me the Urgeburger tracks!)

Don't worry, going on volunteer vacation next week and just getting it all out of my bagless system before then.