i am absolutely positive that i would make look dawdy and matronly, but i am still looking for a pair of high-waisted, tapered slacks that i can cuff at the bottom. i have my eye on these, from urban outfitters, but i definitely need to try them on to figure out which zipcode my right hip will be in as opposed to my left.
say what you will, but the way this girl has styled them with this leather jacket and pimsolls, i think it all fits well together. i’m sure soupsoup will have something terrible to say about this combination.
i’m sorry but i’m convinced only diane keaton can pull this look off, 20 years ago. today…not so much.
but let be serious, i know nothing about fashion, so this is just my completely uneducated opinion. i’ll leave this stuff to the experts.
You know how after we went to war with the 9/11 terrorists in the wrong country to protect ourselves from the weapons of mass destruction that weren’t there, and in the process, completely upended a country that is now in a massive state of civil unrest, such that we can’t do a takeback and pull out of the whole damn thing with a note of apology, saying “our bad, wrong country?”
Yeah, that is kind of the idea behind the joint effort by Our Lady of Introspection and gawker to ferret out your humble baugher. I had previously tried to explain that the baugher process was a little unorthodox, but Our Lady of Introspection has a target in her sights and is not afraid to use Gawker to advance her theory. I always knew I had more reliable tipsters than Gawker, although, in full disclosure, the Pink Lady is also one of mine (and a sometime editor).
The uploader will be fine. Bonus points to Scrunchy for going the extra mile to research court records for her marital status and for adding a decade on her life, but Our Lady of Introspection isn’t exactly a poster child for knowing what age appropriate looks like.
Myself, I am contemplating the interviews tomorrow. Most media outlets aren’t the least bit interested in my identity, but rather the aggregation of a near unanimous response to a pathological narcissist, hellbound and determined to be famous. Far more interesting topics are the nature of the information and tips I get, and why everyone wants to remain anonymous. Hint: it has a lot to do with not wanting their name associated with Our Lady of Introspection, as her kryptonite, it is strong. No one wants their name tied to her by Google for time immemorial.
The fact that she thinks she is being stalked by blog? Comical in light of her admitted Facebook stalking of her exes, one of which was featured on Gawker, and even funnier in light of the tipsters, who have shared unbelievable, yet utterly believable, stories. Applications for restraining orders were involved. I made my assurances to the tipsters not to share their emails and I will, of course, honor that, to the chagrin of a few journalists.
It remains odd that she raised such a stink, right when I was shuttering this down. I remain convinced that she, like every single goddamn email in my inbox, wants baugher to live on. Alas, I am in crippling Scrunchy fatigue, as the point has not only been made, but is currently nailing the dead horse to a pile of hair extensions.
But you know what, Pink Lady? You went off half-cocked, albeit through your PR firm (Gawker), when you knew damn well you don’t know who the hell is writing this (by the way, greetings from NY, and no, I still don’t want to share airspace with you EVER). You just bought yourself another round of baugher.
it doesn’t matter if you love or hate the person writing baugher, you can’t deny that they’re pretty brilliant.
to get through it i pretended he was a sandwich
Tonight we’re going to dinner at Alinea. This is the menu.
nice design, and the menu sounds pretty tasty too.
madeupmemories:itsbedtime:slippy:
Jack Kerouac Quote in my Lobby = LAME (via Slippy Jenkins)
I love Kerouac and all, but this new redesign of my apartment lobby is just too much. How freaking Hollywood.
Well, now you have a better idea of where to find Slippy Jenkins if you want to murder him. It’s also helpful that he lives alone.
Your apartment building’s lobby reminds me of a Facebook profile.
Yaay! Happy Birthday!
that may be one of the sweetest things i’ve seen in my life. god bless your little hearts.
it was. i’m in love with boston accents.
Fucking awesome movie. Brilliant cast.
yup. best movie of 07
When you’re a teenager and in your early twenties [love] seems desperately eternal and excruciatingly painful. Whereas as you grow older you realise that most things are excruciatingly painful and that is the human condition. Most of us continue to survive because we’re convinced that somewhere along the line, with grit and determination and perseverance, we will end up in some magical union with somebody. It’s a fallacy, of course, but it’s a form of religion. You have to believe. There is a light that never goes out and it’s called hope.
“The Gryphon attack glider, designed to penetrate combat zones at 135 miles per hour, could revolutionize the art of parachuting. Its helmet has a heads-up display and provides on-board oxygen for the jump. (Via:geekologie.com)
want.
Julia Allison: OMG Nick I have a stalker! A blog stalker!
Me: Yes. And?
Julia Allison: Nick, how could you be so callous? This is serious! I’m scared of this person! I mean, they’re posting stuff about me that isn’t fed to them directly by me or through the two dozen or so email addresses that I use to submit things about myself “anonymously” to Gawker Media editors after they’ve ignored my direct solicitations via email and IM. Besides, Gawker Media editors are my friends, Nick. Or at least they’re foolish enough to think that they’re my friend because I suck up to them so effectively from the day that they come on board. I ask them for relationship advice, or about their girlfriends and boyfriends, then I pretend to actually listen to them, and before you know it I’ve got them right in the palm of my hand. Look at Emily, she was all “ew vomit” towards me at first, but then I just kept showing up in her world and eventually won her over by beating her into submission, to the point that she was spiking stories about me, dogsitting Lilly, and roadtriping with me to see Staten Island psychics. But this Baugher is someone I can’t control and manipulate, and it’s scary Nick, scary I tell you!
Me: Yawn.
Julia Allison: What? “Yawn?” But Nick, I thought we were in this together! I thought we were a team! You know, you and I working side by side to carefully craft this “Julia Allison” persona. That’s what we’ve been doing for the last two years. How else would anyone even know my fucking name? How else would I have this job at Star? How else would Bravo even give me the time of day, much less my own television show? Gawker posts things about me, things that are carefully vetted and planted by me of course, I get famous along the way, you get to play kingmaker, so it all works out and we both get what we want; I get the fame and you get the power. Now, you’ve GOT to help me ferret out this Baugher person and shame them publicly! They’re digging up all the things that I never wanted to come out about myself, which is why I changed my name mind you, and publishing everything on this vicious blog.
Me: Frankly Julia, I’m both bored and disappointed by you. You’ve turned into something so clownish, so over the top foolish, that even I find you to be an abomination. I wish that you would just go away. You’re an embarrassment to me, the person who, metaphorically speaking, gave birth to “Julia Allison,” just as you’re an embarrassment to the person from whose loins you actually sprung. I’ve found other means to manufacture pageviews, so I really don’t need you any longer. I’m one of the few people around here who wasn’t foolish enough to fall for your “friendship” charms and saw you merely as something to be used, like a condom, a condom that I’ve already blown my load in and can now discard as rubbish. However, I’ll do you this favor and post something as an aside, as long as you promise to just go away. I’d really like nothing more than to divorce myself from you. Now what would you like for me to say?
Julia Allison: Well, okay. Mention that Baugher’s a woman, an old menopausal woman, like forty or something, who lives in someplace dreary and depressing like Seattle. And say that she does something gross for a living, like lawyering. And oh, mention that she’s a lonely divorcee who has like, five cats. And of course, she HAS to be the worst form of subhuman in the history of the world, a Gawker commenter!
Nick: Very well. Consider it done. But really Julia, what’s so bad about having a blog “stalker” anyway? Between you and me, I kind of secretly wish that I had one.
It was such a big mistake, it’s embarrassing. I didn’t think it was cool. If I had known it was going to run for 70 years, I would have sucked it up and become callous like the rest of them.
Wow - this Baugher thing is starting to get really heated.
Too bad Tumblr didn’t get any shout outs in this article. Although I’m not sure they would want any if it would/could generate bad publicity.
I didn’t realize a stalker was someone who publicly says mean things about you based off of things one publishes!
Excuse me, I’ma go get restraining orders against everyone I dislike who writes about it! Those stalkers.
Also: it’s rich that JA tells Baugher to get a hobby when she blogs, Twitters, Vimeos, and takes pictures of herself on the regular. Girl, why don’t you take up archery? Hell, I’m just as guilty, but I don’t pretend like my self-absorbed crap is anything meaningful.
if JA took up archery, she’d have a blog about it and would twitter every 3 seconds about the cute archery guy shes seeing and what they’re doing every 5 minutes.
I always feel like I am channeling Peg Bundy when I wear skinny leg jeans with heels and wedges.
i approve.
I guess some people really do have a “type” they go for.
-Shameless self promoter
-Shameless self promoter
-BFF with David Carp
-BFF with David Carp-Ripped off Tetris
-Ripped off YoutubeEdit: And no, I’m not Baugher.
I don’t know from where or how everyone is heading over to Porch tonight, but I’ll be walking from Prince and Broadway, if anyone wants company and/or someone to stalk.
is anyone coming in from hoboken? i’m guessing im gonna take the F train at waverly crosstown to get there.
This would be example #4523485024 of stuff we had days before Gawker tried to fill their pages when they don’t have enough smack about Julia to dig up. This is one of the first times that they cite it—although only giving credit to the flickr not to the fact that it was on Tumblr. Why won’t Gawker acknowledge that they take content from Tumblr users? Don’t we all deserve credit for things we share/discover?
because then nick would have to actually pay us.
I don’t know from where or how everyone is heading over to Porch tonight, but I’ll be walking from Prince and Broadway, if anyone wants company and/or someone to stalk.is anyone coming in from hoboken? i’m guessing im gonna take the F train at waverly crosstown to get there.
I am, but I’m not sure when I’m leaving. I think I need a nap.
im meeting someone at the PATH @ 6 and then heading in. if you and other hoboken tumblrs wanna head in with us be there at 6 SHARP!
p.s. naps are for wimps!!! man the f up!!!
this fine gentleman on the train last night had a belt on. the problem is the belt was not around his waist. it never was. it was around his fantastic belly.
thank you for making my ride home last night so enjoyable, you magnificent bastard.
