Monday, May 14, 2007
Congratulations are in order
I went to eat dumplings and slizz on the Tsingtao with my buddy KatieScarlett last week, and she had exciting news on her end of the blogosphere. She and BloodyTosser, who are also known as Kate and Camilla, have decided to quit Nerve!
This is good, because it allows me to do two of my favorite things: promote my friends' web ventures, and bust on the retard clearinghouse that is Nerve.com. Every time I want to link to anything of theirs, I have to link to Nerve, which means that anyone clicking on said link must go through Nerve's stupid gateway to get to what I'm linking to, and that pisses me off. Actually, it pisses me off whenever I have to access their blog via Nerve. In fact, it fills me with rage. Not only do I have to put up with some sort of Polaroid snap of Rose and Olive's dirty pussies, but when I actually end up reading something there, it's the most inane shit ever committed to the internets. In one article, some hipster dipshit Nerve "essayist" (because "blogger" doesn't sound nearly as intellectualish) referred to porn star Justine Joli as "zeitgeisty."
Also, Nerve made some fucking retarded banner ads to entice their readers to Kate and Camilla's blog.
Kate and Camilla have exciting fun lives, they take interesting pictures, and I enjoy reading about both, but after one look at this ad, I want to punch them both in the face. It's not their fault that Nerve's marketing people are a clusterfuck of douchebags who probably spend their social hours discussing articles in The New Yorker to sound smart. They even managed to ruin KatieScarlett's awesome aviator/gold lame bodysuit picture.
I know better that Kate and Camilla aren't remotely the pretentious artfag bitches Nerve makes them out to be. Kate, for example, has the world's best taste in vintage t-shirts acquired from eastern Pennsylvania thrift stores.
And, in spite of her untempered lesbianism, Kate loves sausages, something we've been bonding over since college.
Camilla drinks cheap sake right out of the pitcher:
And she and I once sang the best rendition of "Don't Stop Believing" in Koreatown's illustrious karaoke history. She's just as much of an attention whore in those kinds of situations as myself, and rightfully so, because she's very pretty and does justice to Steve Perry's soaring vocal stylings.
I am SO glad that my ladies told Nerve to take whatever they were paying them and shove it up their asses. Well, they probably just gave two weeks notice like the professionals that they are, but regardless I am pleased they're flying solo. You should check out their new Nerveless, subscription-free blog:
http://kateandcamilla.blogspot.com/
It's the dopeness, and so are they.
This is good, because it allows me to do two of my favorite things: promote my friends' web ventures, and bust on the retard clearinghouse that is Nerve.com. Every time I want to link to anything of theirs, I have to link to Nerve, which means that anyone clicking on said link must go through Nerve's stupid gateway to get to what I'm linking to, and that pisses me off. Actually, it pisses me off whenever I have to access their blog via Nerve. In fact, it fills me with rage. Not only do I have to put up with some sort of Polaroid snap of Rose and Olive's dirty pussies, but when I actually end up reading something there, it's the most inane shit ever committed to the internets. In one article, some hipster dipshit Nerve "essayist" (because "blogger" doesn't sound nearly as intellectualish) referred to porn star Justine Joli as "zeitgeisty."
Also, Nerve made some fucking retarded banner ads to entice their readers to Kate and Camilla's blog.
Kate and Camilla have exciting fun lives, they take interesting pictures, and I enjoy reading about both, but after one look at this ad, I want to punch them both in the face. It's not their fault that Nerve's marketing people are a clusterfuck of douchebags who probably spend their social hours discussing articles in The New Yorker to sound smart. They even managed to ruin KatieScarlett's awesome aviator/gold lame bodysuit picture.
I know better that Kate and Camilla aren't remotely the pretentious artfag bitches Nerve makes them out to be. Kate, for example, has the world's best taste in vintage t-shirts acquired from eastern Pennsylvania thrift stores.
And, in spite of her untempered lesbianism, Kate loves sausages, something we've been bonding over since college.
Camilla drinks cheap sake right out of the pitcher:
And she and I once sang the best rendition of "Don't Stop Believing" in Koreatown's illustrious karaoke history. She's just as much of an attention whore in those kinds of situations as myself, and rightfully so, because she's very pretty and does justice to Steve Perry's soaring vocal stylings.
I am SO glad that my ladies told Nerve to take whatever they were paying them and shove it up their asses. Well, they probably just gave two weeks notice like the professionals that they are, but regardless I am pleased they're flying solo. You should check out their new Nerveless, subscription-free blog:
http://kateandcamilla.blogspot.com/
It's the dopeness, and so are they.
Labels: BloodyTosser, down with OPB (other people's blogs), internet domination, KatieScarlett, retard rage
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