I find that when I want to comment on something at the Awl, and I want people to read what I have to say, I tweet it. When I don't want anyone to read it, I leave it in the comments. I am a terrible person but then so are we all.
"In Australia, the only antidote we have is alcohol." Only antidote for ethylene glycol poisoning, or just in general?
"Sex sells — especially if one of the people allegedly having that sex is good-looking. But after a few days, the fact that someone is still dating Spitzer is no longer interesting."
The Post has achieved self-awareness.
You have the wrong link here, but I was excited for a minute to think that the Wall Street Journal had published the phrase "wank fodder for beardy liberals."
Not sure where this optimism for December is coming from. I mean, did you see the thing with the snowy owls?
Pretty sure that every single person on earth who ever buys The Surprise Attack of Jabba the Puppett: An Origami Yoda Book will do it from this link.
Just switch to Feedly and hate your life a little bit more each day, like I did.
On Job Open
This is all well said except for the part about not liking getting drunk.
What I want to know is how much to tip a Nobel laureate.