Frey is gunning for a promotion from Gawker intern to Gawker special correspondent and will be filing his own take on the run-in. Kade, however, seems a bit more familiar with Internet speed than our intern and, has already weighed in via his blog:

The more we get the feeling that Arthur Kade, Philly's Zoolanderesque parody of himself, is actually a performance artist exploring the nature of assholery, the more we want to believe that he is real. As real as the "When Harry Met Sally" dialogue he practiced for "an astounding 12 hours."

Vimeo founder Jakob Lodwick is now sporting a haircut straight out of Taxi Driver. Which wouldn't be disturbing, except that the young millionaire seems to be having a breakdown that would make a fitting sequel for the gritty film.

Oy. Vey. In today's New York Post: Sassy-scholar Marisa Meltzer's article covering the "New Wave Of Great Gatsbys" is a pu-pu (poo-poo?) platter of some of New York's most annoying Webtardolite 2.0 Fameball personae. She awarded titles to them. Our turn! Where to begin?

After 47 million years, scientists unearthed a fossil which may be the long-awaited missing link between primates and mankind. They immediately turned the fossil into a huge media whore that we're already sick of.

Which is more unbearable: Tucker Max, or Ohio State University student group Womyn and Allies Rising in Resistance (WaARiR)? Finally, they've met in a death match so we can find out!

Look, it's your friend the Hipster Grifter, Kari Ferrell, speaking from the heart! Bucky Turco at Animal NY convinced her to come out of hiding and speak to you, the fans. She wants money.

Party-having economist Nouriel "Dr. Doom" Roubini is no longer inviting reporters to parties in his vagina-studded loft, we hear! *(A single tear)*

After we ran a new sighting of (we thought) dormant con man/ party crasher Priyantha Silva, the tips poured in! He's still out and impersonating Hollywood people and creeping out women, as usual:

Priyantha Silva is a notorious Manhattan party crasher known for posing as an editor or producer to worm his way into events and "charm" the ladies. Don't look now; he's still hovering right behind you:

The most amusing thing about fameballs is when they don't realize their balls have stopped rolling. Such is bulldog entrepreneur Jason Calacanis's lot, as he desperately tries to pose as MySpace's next CEO.

Rod Blagojevich's months-long media bombing campaign has reached its inevitable climax: The disgraced former Illinois governor plans to join an NBC reality show, alongside J. Lo's ex-husband.

Dating columnist Julia Allison must be figuring that everything she has done is meaningless compared to someone paid to throw a ball around. Her Internet popularity has peaked after her dalliance with a football player.

Zoolanderesque Philly fameball Arthur Kade has a problem: "I become so much better than everyone else that I get bored and stop focusing on the basics." That's just the beginning.

We don't know what happened after Julia Allison reportedly left a Chicago nightclub with Bears quarterback Jay Cutler. But we do know the fameball was "standing between his thighs, touching them" before she left.

Hipster millionaire Jakob Lodwick can't stop seeking web attention. Yet even the dim lights of internet semi-fame drive him up the wall. So he's left to stab in frustration, in the dark.

DID YOU KNOW: Mary Rambin ate her very first grapefruit on April 10, 2009?

Too often, random people contact us, begging to be covered as fameballs. What they don't realize is that fameballdom is an organic process. This guide will help your effort to become ubiquitous and despicable:

In the vulva corner: Gloomy, sky-is-falling, party boy economist Nouriel "Dr. Doom" Roubini. In the bug-eyed corner: Jim Cramer, hollering CNBC stock shill. They're fighting, and we all win!

HarperStudio has pushed a seven-figure stake through the hearts of aspiring wordsmiths everywhere by giving a $1 million, 10-book deal to Twitter-abusing videoblogger Gary Vaynerchuk. Does anyone believe in books anymore?