BullyMag takes a swipe at Gawker (which, being a narcissist, I find flattering) in an article entitled, "Blahg, blahg, blahg: the Times picks up on a Bully story six months late." Says Tim Hall, "It is not the typical blogger's self-absorption that bothers me so much as the completely earnest, unironic way in which they go about saying the same goddamn things everybody else does." [Ed.Oh. My. God. Did we switch to "earnest" and "unironic" and I didn't get the memo? That's going to, like, totally fuck up the site.] Because I'm "new to town" ("new to town" meaning "lived here for four years") and "have no idea how full of shit" I am, Bully helpfully provides a timeline of Gawker's existence for the next 36 months. For example, in "18 to 24" months, I'll be writing for Radar. (Which is just sillyI'll sell out much quicker than that.) And it's probably all true, but I really have to take issue with the "24 to 25 months" prediction that states that I will have a "growing discomfort with the callow sort of backstabbing hyper-competitive nobodies you now deal with on a daily basis." No, no, no. I will never tire of the callow sort of backstabbing hyper-competitive nobodies I now deal with on a daily basis. Ever.
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