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06-08-07

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05-31-07(2)
| Free Wine and Schumacher'n Fri/Sat for L.A.'s Humans |
All the Kurupts and Daz's reading this: make way over to the glowing decoder ring on Hollywood's fist known as the gallery Unitard. On Friday and Saturday, cereb of draw-ering Reeve Schumacher and gallery-owner/ ignore staffer Sven Barth add visuals to your summer smoke clouds with June Loon. There will be free vino, cheap scuffles and Cory Kennedy's red dot available for view-ering. And if you are still in the MIA, ignore photog Jackie Gomez is leaving you. She's having a $15 "green dinner" on Friday, and no, it's not a Knut-related "green." Hah, even the flyer is high. RSVP at 7865373740. Do not call if you are wearing a Seedless T-shirt (or jeans, ohoh), from the later '90s. |
05-31-07

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What’s New Thursday We’ve received and discoursed Pissed Jeans’ new album, Hope for Men, on Sub Pop. They’re to inexplicable ‘00s punk goodness what Shane Black was to fabled drunken quoting. Tiffany Rainey has finished Lesley Arfin’s Dear Diary. Wistful yet? Everything about Knocked Up is annoying and tired, by Kyle Muzenrieder. |
"Terrorist Phones" are SRHN and Perfect for Summer We here at ignore have recently seen lots of cute girls using Jitterbug's octogenary-chic "Easy Emergency" cell phone. Which got us thinking. Continue>> |

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Before You Become a Post-Eazy E Hippie Thursday Today, ignore Magazine launches the first in a new batch of features. "They Were in the Right Place" is an indepth feature on the Brooklyn band VietNam, which we consider to not only be one of the top bands around but to also have the best rock album of 2007. You can read it here, but you'll also want to revisit the mag's homepage, here. The feature was written by our editorial director Hunter Stephenson, designed by Ryan Speer, illustrated by Sven Barth, and nerd-alerted by the team at Laos vs. Japan. A special thanks to Clay Irwin. And a skeletal W goes out to Eazy-E for the font. If you're not familar with VietNam, you can view two of their videos via Veoh's new player on the article's second page. Thanks and enjoy your smoked-out summer, ignore staff ''07. |
04-30-07

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Super Ape Monday Over at Wikipedia, there is a huge (-ly entertaining) debate currently raging over their Hipster (contemporary subculture) entry. Somebody throw out a seersucker life raft from Unruly Heir. Among the cries for help: “This article or section is in need of attention from an expert on the subject” and “It has been suggested that this article be merged with Hipster (1940s subculture). (Discuss).” Click here to see all the parentally-enabled, teary-eyed laments about “stereotypes.” Gawker boldly proclaims “Antlers are the new skulls.” To which we say, we wrote this infinituple-something days ago and it was a lot funnier. Scale down for the “new antlers.” Clothiers Red Clay drop the most amazing (-ly racist) tee of summer and nobody’s saying a goddamn thing. An ignore discourse of Indian Jewelry’s very killer Invasive Exotics by Hunter Stephenson. The NY Times on designer jail cells for rich girls and stockbrokers. With a pic! Thanks to Lola Ogunnaike for allowing DJ A(lightning bolt)M to whine , wax and whine about AIDS, crack, Richie and 1,000 pairs of shoes. Really? Would you rather have A) a Compubeaver or B) all of your music files stashed online for free? Answer: B Ratatat’s new Remixes Vol. 2, our sentiments graphed exactly. |
04-27-07

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| Slimed by Friday An ignore discourse by Kyle Munzenrieder on Francine Spiegel's How Could You?, now showing at Miami's Bas Fisher Invitational. |
04-24-07

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You Drive a Lamborghini. A Couple. Tuesday Japan’s T-shirt yakuza Beams T has a new book out called T-Shirt Factory. Discourse by ignore’s Shane Marcone, recently back from a Tokyo trip. Does it suck more than Nora the cat? Year of the Dog discoursed by ignore’s Tiffany Rainey. This article perfectly expresses the numbing “realties” churning inside a music industry CEO’s brain. Where’s the courtesy Witness the trailer to Al Pacino’s very first straight-to-bins masterwork. Top 10 signs you are a budding MAP (Mexican American Prince). Ugh. Compulsory spam is now a must at the Knit. Did Adam Horovitz ghostwrite the script? The Runaways are coming to theatres as a hard-R. Why would Julien Temple’s Joe Strummer: The Future is Unwritten looks so good it’ll give you coke-chills. ps: Thanks Cam for making Raleigh-Durham your exemplary gangsta dystopia of choice last Sunday. Charming. |
04-16-07
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A Fool on His Back! Ratatat Shred like Lohan’s Twat at Poplife You may have heard that Ratatat is sonically influenced by hip hop beats, Brooklyn electro and ascending video game levels, but their show in Miami on Saturday drew aesthetics from a nice lineage of rock: AC/DC’s back-bending guitar stance; acid punch bathing a white sheet a la early Pink Floyd; hipster rock’s jeans du jour; and the unkempt long hair of Hype!-era Washington. |
04-12-07

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Docccctorrrr Thursday Kurt Vonnegut is dead. And sadly, so is his brain. God. What a scarily brilliant mind. There is a strong argument to be made that Vonnegut remains such a semi-permanent presence in our culture because he possessed a mind, imagination and intellect so complex that his words of now-common doom seem to come from a sage, one who viewed humanity’s faults and tragedy with the clarity of a physicist in the lovely twilight of the brink. Somewhere was the rage and sincerely communicated misanthropy of a Kurt Cobain set in the pod of a literary Einstein, in both his humorous, rumpled non-style and generous contribution to the world. He wrote a novel in 1959, his second, entitled The Sirens of Titan that was a cryptic nail in the coffin of all religion; chucking the remains into deep outer space with such a bitter, bitter taste of absurdity that God made like an aborted C.H.U.D. The novel’s ingeniousness lies in its bizarre and wholly original science fiction anatomy, far out even for Vonnegut. Hidden inside is almost a definitive antithesis of the mythical Bible Code. Still today, it’s one of the most dangerous novels ever read, invisible like a dime-store oddity on bookshelves to all denominations, school boards, parents, well-to-dos and walking sprouts of bad genes for half a century! And yet, the man was fond of saying, whether on NPR or in a Rolling Stone for one of his final, most fatalistic interviews, often wishing for it to be his epitaph: The only proof I need in the existence of God is music. The mantra sounds like half-baked New Age optimism until you consider its source, as you should. Tomorrow, when all of our worlds are subjugated and stimulated by penny information on Don Imus’ problem with blacks, a faux rape victim, a real biological dad, and microwaved wars, listen and look for those millisecond newsbytes on Vonnegut’s death. By the start of next week, they’ll be gone for good. But Back to School will still be around…and Cat’s Cradle. End quotes: “We’re terrible animals. I think that the Earth’s immune system is trying to get rid of us, as well it should.” “The big problem with dumb bastards is that they are too dumb to believe there is such a thing as being smart.” – ignore Magazine Staff |
04-05-07
| University of Miami Students Caught Up in Passionate Protest…Against |
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Every once or twice a year we like to check in on many of our staffers’ former and current alma mater, the University of Miami, to see if the campus’s suspiciously lovely grass remains greener than the alien patches strewn outside our shitty apartments. Who are we kidding? The voyeuristic aspect is almost bar none – on par with being some limbless Eli Roth character stumped-up helplessly in a bloody corner awaiting the inevitable next pack of fresh, doe-eyed hotties to stumble into the operating room of doom that is the real world. Sorry, my BF will not shut the fuck up about Grindhouse. It is with true sincerity and even a little awe (why didn’t I think of this when I bathed daily in $40K sunlight? Oh yeah, “What is YouTube?”) that ignore Magazine interviewed UM senior Kathryn Bain, a witty Visual Communication major. Ms. Bain’s superb website University of Miami Complaints has provided us with almost an hour of solid entertainment; an hour of bliss that only current UM students insularly bitching about this nation’s golf course of think-tanks on tiny screens can provide. Our fave clips on UMC are numerous, many begrudgingly beloved for their semi-cherished flashback quality: “Snooty, little bitches!”; “New gym machines!”; “Parking ‘tattoos’!”; “Duck shit so slippery that I can’t even enjoy the awesome sunsets as I walk to class…those were the only reason I came here!”; “Short intermural sport seasons!” And, well, “Nobody in the UC will read my fucking flyers for upcoming yearbook photos! Can they just read them! Gohd.” Oh yes, this is the crème de la UM. As the world’s wars rage like so many cliché oil fires in war movies, it’s satisfying to see that UM’s current batch of smarties seem more akin in their decided topics for lethargic protest to NYU’s than the loudmouths at Columbia (and way to go American U). And hey, seeing as how times haven’t evolved much since Outside Providence, they probably didn’t get waitlisted at either of those New York institutions. Fine, acceptance is a wee bit harder. Oh, and now hipsters rival UM’s infamous sorostitutes for around-the-clock sunglasses. Words/Interview : Brianna Shore / ignore Magazine Read the interview with directrix Ms. Bain and see more clips by clicking the permalink! |
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03-30-07
| L.A. Doofs for Thought - Enjoy Your Friday |
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03-29-07
| Nerd Alert: The New Deer Antlers / Wildcats / Wolves |
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03-25-07
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Chromeo Collar Fancy Footwork at Spider Pussy WMC ‘07 A bit bummed from their cameo with The Rub at the drizzled-out Shore Club bashment (the Wiis were nice though), it was cool to have Chromeo play, excuse, only deejay Spider last night at Circa28 on North Miami Ave. It got crazy when they ‘90s danced it up with some Technotronic (re: “Pump Up the Jam”), except the requisite chi-chi girly girls (fucking gross), who weren’t exactly foaming at the mouth despite their radiation skin, which made me want to help out with my fist. After hamming it up for a photo shoot downstairs at Circa's cute library, Datarock got all machismo with their tracks in track suits. Never really understood the track suit comradery look. Ended up losing my keys, so I went home. – Nathan Lam Vuong / ignore Magazine Ed. Note: We had lots of coverage planned for Saturday's Ed Banger Studio A party, but another crackhead broke into Jackie Gomez's car and jacked all of her cameras right before. So if you see a cute girl driving around Miami like Stuntman Mike without a window, move. In the last six months, two car windows and one run later, these assholes have four cameras, one Razr, three credit cards, a turntable, some stickers and a flask, so if you see a smelly homeless zine going around, email us. |
03-20-07
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Rappin Candy Tuesday Enjoy the sun and watch the collapse: A third of D.C. can’t read. Death of hushpuppies: Tyrese up for planned remake of Dolemite Radar ruminates on the Florida State Fair. A look at who’s making all our iPods. Balancing the Scale of ‘Tard: KKK Ferris wheel and the LA Times’ David Ehrenstein on the “Magic Negro” You can throw-up thoughts all over websites with Gabbly. Test it out. |
03-13-07

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| Craig Ferguson Seems Like a Nice Dude Tuesday How’s the new Panda Bear? Why, find out. Ignore Magazine discourse by Kyle Munzenrieder. “No, I be concubining,” he said. Watch out for Fool’s Gold because it’s going to hit you, the new shiny label from A-Trak and the Fader’s Nick Catchdubs. “Trizzy”’s SXSWWMC mega plate. photo of Four Tet and Steve Reid at the Langerado Festival by Jackie Gomez / ignore Magazine. Click to pop. Stoked on Rorschach and Zach Snyder’s cam-styles on average, but 300 is so-so (not in dollars). Click for discourse. And Stallone, act your age boy. Sound of the City: you know, it’s the only wordage worth grazing in the Voice, for random Shane McGowan gnarliness post-its like this, oh, and silly Jena. Gore, showing way “too much ankle.” And, do you have a problem with one of "Warhol's Children" sharing a joint with Tim Barber in a hotel room as the definition of Gen-Next? Too late, fuckers. Where Karl Lagerfeld lives. |
02-27-07
Miami -- International Noise Conference ignore Magazine's Jackie Gomez left her gig girling the register at Miami's Sweat Records to snap photos at this month's INC at Churchill's Pub. |
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02-14-07

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Walking on Gilded Splinters Wednesday Deal with Jamaican Satan: Lil Wayne’s “Reggae Shit” Next Tuesday at IHOP It was bound to happen. Mail cum-stained print-out to… The morning after? Dan Sartain will do your portrait. In Miami? Dick Dale performs at Churchill’s Pub, this evening. When your eyes are Blair-ing from the disgust of hoodies soaked in that Britto-esque, inflate and catch shut-eye. Top invention ’07? MoveOn wants you to save NPR/PBS. If interested, sign. |
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02-09-07

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“The Bitch” was Euthanized Friday We’d received a few suspect, blood-thirsty emails a while ago but hadn’t bothered to officially confirm, but yes, it appears Miami New Times and once-an-editor Jean Carey aka “The Bitch” aka ugh have parted ways…apparently before the New Year. We’re sure we had nothing to do with it, she probably wanted to rear greyhounds (or chug them to ease rejection by Wikis). What fun. The trailer for July’s What We Do is Secret makes an Obi-Wan-Nirvana biopic seem like Cocksucker Blues. Unfortch. The Germs deserved better. VBS.tv is killing the internet. Lansing-Dreiden has a glimmerdelic, Lynchian vid out for “A Line You Can Cross.” Soylent Green, queue. Monkey Portraits : being mysteriously placed (and left) on tables at NYLA parties for a reason. Going to SXSW, go see Factory People, good people. We haven’t caught the Empress of Menopause in a min, so when we gleamed today’s intro where she was peddling a lavender-reeking DVD called The Secret all Ron Popeil-eyed and telling her audience she copped 30 copies for herself as a balding Secret guru trustafarian smiled like a bitch and spewed his “energy science” babble, we realized: we need to start calling our moms far more often. The fact that the lady looms over the media’s shoulder with scary ‘92-Suge presence doesn’t matter, that’s our moms! Where’s Reno? |
02-01-07

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Life Could Be a Dream Thursday
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01-29-07

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Lay-Up Prince Monday David Tammet (the savant who memorized and recited pi to its 22,514th digit without a single mistake) meets Kim Peek (“Rain Man”). Note: Tammet avoids visiting the beach because he begins counting every grain of sand and that kinda sucks. Point Break, the play Wired’s sensible FAQ on RFID tags - look into it. No, our $20 bills didn’t explode, either. “After finishing the script [Tarantino] [who says it’s “some of the best dialogue I’ve ever written in my life.”] sent it to Bob Dylan, because he thought Mr. Dylan ‘would appreciate the wordplay.’ He has not yet heard back.” Funny. XLR8R tells you Rave2.0 is the next big thing! But Paper Rad’s cover is great as is their LOAD DVD, and so is their site and so are all these color splotches on the walls. Seein’ ‘em everywhere words: sepia and smitten. Forbes’ Web Celeb 25 has a surprising ratio of radio-face. |
01-24-07

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“It’s a Building Thing” Wednesday TJ’s finest equipped with slingshots Shark or Tremor? Son of Ranbow, directed by Garth Jennings of vid-lovelies Hammers & Tongs (and that on-e Hitchhiker’s Guide adaptation), was bought for $8 mill at Sundance by Paramount Vantage. It’s Millions meets Be Kind Rewind. Stallone has positive karma swinging at him like Drago. Freedom Writers meets crack? Not quite. Gosling earned that shit, Nikki. The Washington Post ’s absorbing 7,000-word article on government interests and experiments in mind control, including “Voice of God” weapons, and the growing number of self-proclaimed “TIs”” (targeted individuals) raising conspiracy hell complete with charges of illegally-induced boners and diddling. Sample: "There was no sexual attraction to a man when it would happen. That's what was wrong. It did not feel like a muscle spasm or whatever," she says. "It's so… electronic." Iran and North Korea: the new DeathMate collabo. Ibn Jasper, as discussed by A-Trak. Matthew Broderick, killer of two? |
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01-19-07

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All My Heroes are Weirdos Friday The endlessly intriguing life of Eric Red, screenwriter for the original version of The Hitcher and Near Dark: bizarre car collision in 2000 and the painfully deconstructed aftermath mirrors his macabre, auto-centric, psychologically-twisted films and scripts, old and new, which mirror his father’s prior, very similar collision and resulting death. Life/Art debate set in Hollywood’s underbelly – creepier than the life of Bob Crane? The story of John Titor: an alleged time traveler from 2036 who predicted full U.S. civil war by 2015 and left pics of oddly scientific time-machine diagrams. Charizma’s ’93-‘03-masterpiece Big Shots is like “living out an audio-book entitled Jimmy Jump in the Cupboard.” Ignore Magazine discourse by Daltry Tanner. Iran (Evil Axis member) stocks up on arms via the Pentagon. What’s next, an inept, dying American soldier vainly jacking the “last man” from his peer in mid-action, only to be instantly killed-off again, resulting in thrown controller? Iran-Contra, get it? … Crank is the “most effed under-the-bus action movie of the ‘00s,” complete with blatant inspiration-cum-obsession with Berzerk, the first video game to trigger heart attacks in high-scoring teens. Ignore Magazine discourse by Hunter Stephenson. Rope. Tree. Journalist. Neo-Con T-shirts, the new 2-Pac / full-moon-and-wolf? Lightspeed Champion blog – because you need to know what the black guy from Test Icicles is up to (note deer). Seems genuinely isolated like a the fallout of a great winter. Clothiers Lemar & Dauley know their SkyBox graphics and launch their website. |
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01-16-07

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40 Luces Tuesday Supreme is featured in the Style section of EW, the issue with the American Idol cover. Uganda on line one. “And so Pablo Picasso was never called…” Obama and Chocula: no relation? Re: Last Night: Amy Sedaris needs to lay off that shit when making an appearance on Letterman. Polish and submit. The Lost Boys 2 is happening, Blue Crush meets The Covenant. Pop for breakfast. P.S. If serious reading dwindles to near nothingness, it will probably mean that the thing we’re talking about when we use the word “identity” has reached an end. – Don Delillo |
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12-06-06

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Coast to Coast to Sleep Wednesday World’s richest 2% (what happened to the five?) own half. aNYthing’s “Un-basic Nervous Thursday” Art Basel party at Suite Avenue D at Jimbo’s Place Thursday. Flyer > kitten? ignore's Jackie Gomez has a short film at Art Bastard, Saturday at PS14.
The man had an eye. “You’re all a bunch of niggers.” ignore staffer Shawn Wines is down with Ratner. (What the Tong Po, Shawn, no pull with Van Damme?) Did Clipse bake a classic? ignore Magazine discourse by Hunter Stephenson Flosstradamus at Pawnshop December 22. (redacted: this is a subtle warning and not an endorsement) Who the Barth is that at some Firecrotch-cum-Rapture-cum-Low Budget attended L.A. glitterati parti? Related: http://www.ifuckinghatethatshit.com (mag note to itself: would’ve been easier) Brooke Hogan seek Salaam Remi, stat. Don “G.o.a.t.” Cheadle is Miles Davis.
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11-21-06

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Jean Carey is Going to Doggie Hell and Wikipedia’s Nerds Say, "Who?" Hi. We've been too busy burrito-ing, digesting David Remnick's Reporting, and swimming through the divine bowels that are the Midtown Target deciding which Napoleon Dynamite Christmas cards to buy our lawyer and psychiatrists to do the regular exegesis. Don’t worry. We’re not those yupps on line at the registers chattering into our KRZRs breezily summarizing “how nice the new Target is.” Nor are we so lethargic, jaded and post-grad "…mommy" as to not specifically call out New Times' music editor-by-default Jean Carey as a stupid twatwaffle (thanks Gawker). Keep reading. This leads somewhere. You see, now that Leo Dicaprio is all set to give the liberals at Stop an important matter to chat about (besides his facial hair), New Times unabashedly lifts our Bling feature, on Miami director Kareem Edouard’s film about conflict diamonds, for their music section. Their article comes complete with a similarly delivered pop-cult-y intro by writer Sire Esquire followed by a very similar but highly atypical Q&A (fave New Times question: If you could wear any type of jewelry, what would it be?). Here is their article and here is our article (from months back). We agree that we temporarily reside in a small pond for editorial content and, hey, the more exposure for a fledgling Miami filmmaker the better. That said, the tipping point arises from the fact that New Times and Jean Carey blatantly published a photo from the feature on our website (one clearly credited to ignore) taken at a photo-shoot we scouted, arranged and commissioned with staff photog Josh Reinhard on our dime. Unlike New Times, when we post features, we take the time and effort to shoot the talent. We don’t use ubiquitous press-shots, especially for local talent, and squeeze them inside text-suffocated negative space. Of course, when reached by telephone, New Times via their art director snottily and skittishly retorted, "I highly doubt the editor of that section has even heard of your Web site, blah blah." Even though, as we pointed out, the same editor, aforementioned twatwaffle Jean Carey aka The Bitch, name-dropped our site in her column “The Bitch” printed in the very same issue containing the article and photo in question. Umm, coincidence, much? Oh, and here’s a side-note about Jean’s column from that issue (see the “Studio A Closes” item). Hey Jean, why do we keep receiving inquisitive calls from Lara Coppola every time she sees her name (and, more scarily and ethically dubious, misquotes attributed to her by you) in your column? Why does Ms. Coppola think that “we must have talked to you” because, well, she hasn’t? According to Lara, she has never spoken to you. She doesn’t even know who the fuck you are, just like Wikipedia, which recently erased your self-posted entry because you were deemed, we shit you not, “irrelevant.” We’re guessing someone will soon be calling the big doggies in Colorado…again. In conclusion, after we wasted countless minutes listening to editor-in-chief Chuck Strouse fill in his necessary quota of profanity (so old school “alt-“) and listening to his "we're all in this journalism thing together, right?" elementary dismissal of copyright violation, we get the “Clarification” posted above, ripped from the current edition. Not a “Correction,” mind you, per our request, but a “Clarification,” one that doesn’t even have the decency to credit or apologize to our photographer. So to clarify, yes, Chuck, the name of the author who wrote your paper’s lesser version of our article, Sire Esquire (twatwaffle), is "great" because of the esquire-mediated litigation that could have ensued if we weren't busy at Target and BANGing the black lipstick out of sites like Miami Nights in hits (SpiderPussy banner ads? One helluva “blog empire”) without posting anything for months. That’s all. We’re off now to go see Deck the Halls. ignore Staff |