Fuckbook, Etc.

As if Lindsayism's Kid Nation reports weren't enough to suck you into NY Mag's Vulture blog (actually, knock-out job by all of the mag's online efforts these days, must have something to do with kicking Oxfeld to the deadwood version), Fluxblog's Matt Perpetua will be guest writing there for the rest of November. I appreciated his recent Archers retread, a band I lived off for a good year.

Elizabeth Spiers - exhale - what will I say that I've said a million times before? Well, let's start with the Slate biz. The idea that they offered her the job is laughable. I don't mean to doubt the rumor, I believe it 100%, but that's the laughable part. Did this reputable news organization do any research and talk to any of her past employers/employees? Do they possess any "insider" knowledge? My god, the media circle is a small one, even or especially in New York, and you don't have to travel far on the circumference to get the short line on her track record, which isn't exactly getting her onto bookshelves next to Jack Welch or, shit, Gawker. In theory it would have been a great move for her but even she must have foreseen the eventual flameout and boot she would have got. Thrice bitten, now once and for all gun shy?

But, as people have pointed out here many times, I am indeed in love with The Spiers and I do have nice things to say about her. (My mom honestly scolded me once with "will you stop picking on her!" which cast my usually defiant immaturity in a whole new romper room light.) I will say that I think her book, whenever it is due to sling the shelves, is going to be critically praised and that (even or especially, take your pick) I will enjoy it. She is obviously smart, well-read and an engaging writer when she wants be (though incredibly lazy on that point) and while that's not always enough for the good book recipe, I am convinced of her "special sauce" to produce a hot-selling bun cake. Everything that makes her terrible at covering news of the day and managing a staff is probably a working advantage in her effort to become a respected novelist. Plus, look at her in this picture again, it's like she going to war in Williamsburg - both Brooklyn and Colonial Virginia. With garb this retarded, she can be the Madam Ant of the literary world. My gold bars and silver wings are on her.

Honestly, this Facebook nonsense has gone too far. I won't try to wrap this into one of my usual word butchering or poorly executed mixed metaphors, but if anyone I know gets on board to "identify themselves as fans of a product" then please don't ever fuckin' talk to me again because I don't identify with you. (Unless of course that product is non-profit and charitable.) "Social advertising" is not a new term but jesus fiber christ, it's like pay-per-post without the pay. I could go on but I fear I would just repeat the same "fuck fuck fuck" sentence endlessly. You get the point. Or you don't.

I went to this wedding. Pictures here and here. The Werewolf Bar Mitzvah look is in.

Pegboy - "Through My Fingers"