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Last Night, PR, Internet Week and The Way We ____ Now
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10:41 AMHi,
The Daily Beast posted a piece today about last night's Webutante Ball. Nick McGylnn summed it up pretty nicely, hope you were there!
The crowd in attendance was keeping up appearances. For startup stars and seasoned vets of the tech scene, cocktail attire and jaded excitement were de rigeur. "Internet Week is just starting," said Nick McGlynn, photographer and founder of RandomNightOut. "Anybody who's anybody is at this party right this second… including me."
Here's the link: http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2010-06-09/chic-geeks/
Best,
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"Including me."
"And also me"
"Oh, and my wang. Don't forget my wang."
"But mainly me."
According to The New Niceness, I'm not supposed to point out that Nick McGlynn has been unemployed for 19 months, and counting. That's no knock on his character, but in order to gauge his level influence, you might want to use tweezers.
Also, according to The New Niceness, I'm not supposed to point out the rumor that in order to gauge other parts of Nick McGlynn, you need something much bigger than tweezers.
I guess The New Niceness is staying at Nick, Dana, and Spanish Rob's Hamptons house this week.
So….Julia Allison's nickname is "The New Niceness?"
"An event you don't care about is just starting," said some guy you've never heard of, photographer and founder of a website you've never heard of. "Anybody who's anybody is at this party right this second… including me."
"…including meow, meow, meow!"
Brian! Jeez!
Immediately after making this comment, McGlynn proceeded to wink and make "fingerbang" gestures at Julia Allison, who was standing on the other side of the room. Allison winked and fingerbanged him back. Then they both wandered around the room, winking, fingerbanging, and reveling in the glory of being anyone who's anyone, and of just being there.
(This was meant to be a stand-alone comment, not a reply to this thread. I don't know why that keeps happening!]
Remind me not to introduce myself to brianvan at the Bawl, at least with my Christian name.
I think it should be okay as long as you don't discuss your employment history or flash your crotch.
–Pete Campbell
Ken CosgroveIs Nick McGylnn the one who likes skateboarders or not?
He's the one that looks like a grown-up Crabbe.
I think he's the one wearing the striped undershirt.
And then, one second later, he was just, poof, gone.
I think you mean "one second later the poof was gone."
Is that like Fleet Week, except the ships are enemas?
Beautiful.
It was more like the Thanksgiving Day Parade, if everyone involved was the turkey.
COOL SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL!!
Te Daily Beast needs a PR agency to send "here's a link!" emails?
HERE LET ME GOOGLE THAT FOR ME
#CAPS LOCK LIFETIME
Google should be renamed Let Me Google That For Me.
something something bukake.
ladidadi, who analed the paah-ty.
THAT'S NO INTERNET MOLLY I'M FAMILIAR WITH.
SOMEBODY SHOULD DO A LISTICLE
I DON'T SEE ANY PICTURES OF WAGANSTUFF'S UNUSUALLY LARGE HUEVOS.
I think the Facebook page probably put it best.
http://www.theawl.com/2010/05/the-webutante-ball-a-massive-circle-jerk-says-its-own-facebook-group
Someone really dropped the ball in not getting that Smirnoff endorsement.
I would have said that new KY combination thingy that all the kids are using.
I was at this party. I suppose the inference could be that I'm just anybody.
Works for me.
lastnightsPRty?
Holy Christ, this chick writes like she's still in middle school.
Smugly squatted in New York's meatpacking district, Marquee is usually known for its impossible line and its bridge and tunnel crowd. But Tuesday night, the club was the sole province of New York's web elite. The second annual Webutante Ball amassed a crowd of geeks and gurus dedicated to the New York tech scene.
Leave aside the fact that the Meatpacking District is, oh, only twelve blocks south.
Sometimes I squat, and people are all, 'geez, what a pompous douchebag, all squatting in such a way that it conveys smugness,' and I am like, 'DO YOU MIND? I am trying to
do calisthenicsdrop a deucelive in an abandoned building over here.'I have never squatted smugly in my life. Not even while camping.
I'm not sure what rule of grammar she's breaking with her use of "squatted" there, but … er.
"Squat" is an action word. It denotes movement.
Everyone was pretty disappointed that Nick Denton had to be replaced with Bob Schieffer, though.
Anyone who is anyone? To which I ask: Who?
"The crowd … was keeping up appearances."
I do not think that means what you think it means.
She means they all showed up with beards.
Though it is amusing to imagine an entire club full of bloggers simultaneously trilling, "Bucket residence, the lady of the house speaking… no, this is not the Chinese take-away! This is a residential number and you are speaking to the lady of the house on a white slimline telephone with last number redial facility."
@La Cieca: I was thinking along those lines, but you said it so much better than I could have.
WikiBleaks.
I have this girlfriend who didn't go to hers, and every once in a while, she gets this really terrible feeling – you know, like something is missing. She checks her purse, and then she checks her keys. She counts her kids, she goes crazy, and then she realizes that nothing is missing. She decided it was side effects from skipping the prom.
Drinking and driving don't mix. That's why I ride a bike.
My thighs just went up in flames! You must practice on melons or something.
Applause, applause, applause
AND WHAT COSTUME SHALL THE POOR GIRL WEAR?
Dress made of condoms.
What if you arrived to the party late? Would you still be anyone?
I think you'd be someone.
On the other hand if you had a good time, you'd be no one.
I bet they all had to have their parents come pick them up when they found out someone had spiked the punch.
Pro Tip: parody this in the Awl Mail day after the Commenters Bawl. Question: will you let McGlynn photograph?
Man fuck that I am DRAMATICALLY READING this at the Commenter's Bawl. Cat the cat will be allowed to videograph.
It's funny actually: I was thinking this morning (while blowdrying my hair. I do all my best thinking then.) that I wanted to somehow get a message out about NO PHOTOGRAPHY NO PRESS for this thing. Thanks Nic!
NO! The Webutaints do NOT wish to be photographed!
Some of us will be "sick," also. SO.
But can we wear The-Night-Evelyn-Came-Out-of-The-Grave semi-formal?
Fleshy puddles.
I think they call it "shunting".
JADED EXCITEMENT! That's the name of my all-girl R&B group. We sing hipster hill people music in McCarren Park.
Jaded Excitement: Catch the fever!
Can I play base? I go by the stage name of Jazz Hands McGrath.
Can I play washboard? I mean, I think it's a washboard. It might be a big cheese grater. I'm not so much with the past.
I can bang a tambourine.
Once.
More like The Daily Least, amirite?
Anybody who's anybody is commenting right this second!
…including Steve Perry.
Cat is somebody, and he doesn't give a Toxo-flavored shit about anymeowy.
Including me!
I have also, am anybody
I am actually somebody else.
So there.
One more thing. You will gladly put out the full name of service members who make homophobic comments on their Facebook pages but we're going to redact publicists who promote the Daily Beast's coverage of the Webutante Ball?! FSKJHOKJIHUYU!!!???
Whoa, Publicius Redacticus in medias res. (Too late)