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Internets At last our long slow slide into the abyss of pain and lonliness is over: Jakob Lodwick is blogging again! This is an audio recording of an exorcism. Specifically: I found myself increasing bothered by a “demon” inside my brain who would urge me to ‘hurry up and move on to the next thing’ — not in words, but emotionally, prodding me to rush because, supposedly, there was something more important in the future. Once I became aware of him, I found it nearly impossible to focus on my work — not only did the demon distract me, but my awareness of my own inability to ignore him distracted me. I decided to commit demonicide. I created a beat in Ableton Live, turned off the lights, put on headphones, and commanded my subconscious to freely spit out whatever it felt like. This track is a 2-minute excerpt of the procedure. When I stammer on “authority”, that’s the eureka moment: that’s me realizing my blind acceptance of the demon’s urges. Moments later, I see the demon’s face: someone I once worked with, who represented the worst possible work ethic: Machiavellian, unthinking, and talentless. His personality had become lodged in my head in the form of awful little demon, corrupting my ability to focus! (I covered up his name in the mp3) This was Saturday; the days since, I’ve felt a renewed sense of calm, clarity and self-confidence. I’ve regained a love for the process of work, not just the outcome. I feel whole … like anyone who’s ever conquered a disease. Normally these breakthroughs are internal and transient; I’m so happy I recorded this one! Brains ftw. Brains ftw, indeed. Ok, I didn’t read all of it. But he sounds like the time off did him some good, so hooray for him! He’s currently preparing for season two of odwick.com, so get ready for some insane performance art coming gomi’s way. Welcome back Jake! Don’t ever make us suffer that way again!
Rachel Sklar, of the Rachel Sklars, had a bit of a skiff today with Conservative New Media. While smarming about some stupid article by Glynnis MacNicol, Sklar pulled out her makeup and tried to put lipstick on the grizzly bear: I disagree with Glynnis about Palin again: http://bit.ly/djqTu @ConservNewMedia it must be because I’m ugly, right? about 6 hours ago from TweetDeck At which point CNM tweeted back an hilarious truth (come on Rachel, it kind of is): @rachelsklar — stop being a media whore lapdog parroting points. You’re smarter than that. Have some self-respect, and defend a woman. about 6 hours ago from web in reply to rachelsklar Now “Miss Rachel” really got her eyes rolling, and popped off: @ConservNewMedia You tell me to “defend a woman” in the same 140 as calling me a “media whore?” That’s rich. I stand by my own 140, and more about 5 hours ago from TweetDeck in reply to ConservNewMedia I’m not really sure why Miss Rachel is so dismissive of CNM’s remark, since let’s face it, everyone in that whole scene is a media whore to some degree. And honestly you can’t open the dialogue with an insult to yourself (because I’m ugly!) and expect someone to respect you. PS: Especially someone who is bff’s with the likes of that defender of feminism, Julia Allison. Just saying.
So a few of you seem to want to know ‘who the is that Sean Percival dickbag you keep posting?’ Sean and his wife Dita Von Sexycans run the website lalawag which makes him sort of the Nick Denton of Los Angeles I suppose. Anyway, he and Dita basically hang out with tech hookers and go to parties, and then post about it, which leads to lots of lolarious photos of them in lolicious outfits. Such as, that. Let’s start by saying that I saw this, snorted, and yelled “Oh you’re SO COOL, Brewster!” at my laptop. Then I saw that Sean posted this pic with the title “Reservoir Sean”. I assume he’s supposed to be Mr. Pink? Then for some reason, I thought of Vincent Vega. I don’t like when people make me think of John Travolta, Sean. It makes me feel icky, and then I have to watch “Annie” and take a silkwood shower. Don’t make me associate you with “Annie”. I like that movie. Julia Allison has just had a night full of way important people that she knows and you don’t. Obviously the highlight of Juju’s night was when omgkevinrose TALKED TO HER. You guys. He talked to her! With Miss Rachel Sklar at the beginning of the evening, at the Standard Hotel for the Diggs Drinks. I saw all of my favorite people there (Caroline McCarthy, Charles Forman, Glynnis MacNicol, Lockhart Steele, Alex Albrecht, Aubrey Sabala, Kevin Rose, Jay Adelson) but wasn’t really in the mood to take photos. I’m barely wearing any makeup, and I was just … well, PMSing … You know how it is. No one wants evidence of that. In fact, this was the conversation I had when I walked in the room: Kevin: Um … are you high? Few photographs were taken after that exchange. I don’t know about you folks, but the fact that some person talked to me is not blogworthy. For all you people know Kevin Rose could be calling me every night, and you know why you don’t know? Because I don’t feel the need to blog the fact that SOMEONE TALKED TO ME. Christ, is this a game content? A lame conversation with dicknose rose and a bunch of star pics with her greasy agent? Can someone please remind me how this bortch is making money??? OMGBEARS McCarthy, Meghan McCain’s only competitor in huge tracts of land, has basically just made me feel like the laziest human being on the planet: Managed to sneak in a nice quick 3.5 mile run before hopping the train to NYC. Downside: I’m hungry and all I have is a fun size Kit-Kat bar about 12 hours ago from TweetDeck If Tits McGee up there can go jogging even in the face of a possible concussion or a broken nose, then I seriously have no excuse. Well, except for hating exercise. Or ya know, moving. Anything that’s not napping I pretty much hate. That’s my excuse. Cary Randolph, rad ass sk8tr grrl, continues to rapturously worship BroJim’s: An ode to Brother Jimmy’s BBQ. (sung to the tune of the Davy Crockett theme song) Found on a corner in Murray Hill Brother! Brother Jimmy’s! King of the fratty bars. Wednesday night is ladies’ night every week. Brother! Brother Jimmy’s! King of the fratty bars. Soundtrack blasts my favorite party songs. Brother! Brother Jimmy’s! King of the fratty bars. I’m not sure if this is supposed to be tongue-in-cheek, or whether she actually thinks these things. Mainly I just can’t figure out why this was ever posted on the internet. This post is to inform you that Kevin Rose, provider of self-help reading material to famewhores, is making his way to NYC: packing for my NYC trip, excited for the live diggnation on tuesday: http://bit.ly/36cvU8 – hope you all can make it about 8 hours ago from Tweetie Just wanted to make sure Julia Allison had time to clear her schedule so she could sit around hoping he’d call. You’re welcome honey.
Jake Lodwick Returns, A Tumblr Nation Rejoices
Rachel Sklar Is Not A Media Whore
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Sean Percival Is Wearing That
Kevin Rose Is Totally Into Julia
Me (genuinely confused): huh?
Kevin: High. Are you high??
Me: On WHAT? Kev, I don’t even know how to smoke marijuana, let alone where to purchase it.
Kevin: Oh, yeah. I forgot. Well. You just look different.
Me: Um … Thanks. NOT.
Caro Tests The Limits Of Sports Bra Technology
Cary Randolph Is Both Literary And An Awesome Hangout Picker Outer
Home base for every Southern Jack and Jill
This is where they flock when they need something real.
Fill up on brisket and a tall cold pils.
Boys, tip up your ball caps and take a peek.
Their shots are strong, and their draughts are weak,
And when you leave, of Jager your North Face coat will reek.
A million Guns ‘n Roses fans can’t be wrong.
Eat as much mac ‘n cheese as the day is long,
Then head to Joshua Tree if I’m still feeling strong.
Kevin Rose Will Be In NYC On Friday
