Julianna Margulies looking a little tan, male
Thursday, July 27th, 2006I don’t live in Manhattan, and I don’t even care that much about celebrities. So why do I read Gawker Stalker? For moments like this:
I don’t live in Manhattan, and I don’t even care that much about celebrities. So why do I read Gawker Stalker? For moments like this:
Clearly spammers have found the Spamalog, and have decided to direct their efforts right to the source, in the form of comments on my blog. Some of my new friends include “raedford,” who writes:
I’m love this great website. Many thanks guy
and “lesbian” (likely a pseudonym), who tells me:
Not bad, gays, not bad. Bookmarks.
Now I […]
Interesting teaser on the New York Times main page:
If memory serves, you don’t actually have to be an athlete to do this. You just have to be an English major.
The story itself is far from scandalous. Take a look if you want to avoid both doing work and reading about war.
Geraldine went to the mall. She snapped her gum. She wore an unseemly skirt. She made unwelcome advances on a security guard. And worst of all, she felt the need to email me about her
Just admitting it doesn’t make it better, Geraldine.
From the New York Times Department of Oddly Nonspecific Headlines:
Next, Stubborn Man will try to shove a camel through the eye of a needle.
Here’s why NASA’s having so much trouble these days:
At least leave the hard stuff at home, people.