Go Read This Thing: Locked Up Vanity Fair Intern

Many moons ago, near Yesteryear, in my salad days, I was once a Vanity Fair intern. I worked there for two (count them!) years and was eventually called an "Editorial Research Assistant." Really, I was perma-lancer who got to occasionally do some secondary reporting.

The gig alternated between a lot of fun and gouge-my-eyes-out-with-a-dull-spoon levels of frustration, but I learned a lot and made good friends who are still around to watch me mess things up and laugh at me.

(Honestly, it wasn't that long ago. If they were my salad days, I guess I'm in my Nutritious Side Dish days.)

Anyway! As a nice little visit to old stomping grounds, I interviewed current VF.com intern Thomas Kaplan, who is in the middle of a little bizarre project -- something I was never forced to do, that's for sure.

But what he's doing doesn't beat the time I had to--

On second thought, I'll keep that one to myself.

You can read my interview with the impressive Mr. Kaplan over at the Awl (while you watch him via the internets!)

Things That Are Awesome: Sour's Hibi no Neiro Music Video

Coolest music video ever?

Come on kids, what's YOUR favorite music video?

(Remember when MTV played them!? (Is it now even more lame to talk about how MTV doesn't play music videos than it is that MTV doesn't play music videos?))

Back! Original Cat Video!

Hello, Friends and Enemies, I'm back!

And to celebrate, I have something really special. If you, perchance, happen to follow me on twitter (I know! It's retarded! But it's what all the kids are doing!) you'll know that I celebrated waking up yesterday by sharing a lovely little video of a kitten rolling around like a drunk turtle/kitten in the vicinity of a hackysack. Remember those things? What dipshits!

Anyway!

I am super honored to report that someone made me my VERY OWN CAT VIDEO.

I know! Contain yourselves!

Much in the way of a dog watching video of a dog with a cat, with a cat, here is Atari the Cat watching the video of a cat that I posted yesteday.

Squee!



The disdain! The haughty brilliance! The Blue Steel of it all!

So many thanks to Delta Brilliant and Verbose Coma. I feel the love.

(And, on another note -- this is the same sort of cat I had growing up. Bert was a lovely cranky old thing who was indifferent to me during the day, and then slept next to me every night, drooling like a leaky faucet. He's the basis of all my subsequent human relationships. Kidding! Ish!)

What I Shall Read

(Re: This)

Hello out there in InternetLand --

Thanks to everyone for their recommendations about what I should read. I'm happy to report that I'm ignoring all of you, and going for the most obnoxious thing I could possibly bring (besides War and Peace, which I lugged on my last vacation).

Proust, mother fuckers!!!11!!!1!

This will be my second official attempt at Reading Proust, the first being about two years ago when I thought it would be a good idea to read it on the subway.

I don't know how you people put up with me.

So this is tootaloo for a wee bit because I'm unplugging. When I return...

Big news.

Busy Nothings

... Was it going to be rated R for velociraptor vs. t-rex violence? Naw Coppers, that wouldn't make no sense, would it? M'yeah, see?

"We Are Not A People Who Fear The Future"

We are a people who make it.





Happy 4th, everybodies!

You Watching A Video Of A Dog Watching A Video Of A Cat. With A Cat.

What, Punk?!?

Excuuuuuuuuse me, Mark Leibovitch?

Calamity is just part of the equation here, as if God gave California so much glamour and grandeur and great weather that he had to throw in some apocalyptic menace to provide a little balance. Earthquakes, say. Or Sacramento.

I know you didn't just talk shit about my hometown.

Dude, I will sock you in the kisser.

Or, write stupid things about you on my stupid blog.