Web jerkoffs never stop the linkfest, part 30,076,009

Whitney Pastorek rips on some of the blogs I like best:

A step down from Denton’s cabal are blogs like TMFTML (The Minor Fall, the Major Lift), independently run by some guy sitting in a room. Sort of the P. Diddy to Gawker’s Sting, they remixed the hit song and made it . . . different. Plus he maintains total anonymity—which really pisses bloggers off. On his level are sites like Cup of Chicha, Old Hag, or the Elegant Variation. Here, you’re less likely to find breaking news about media culture, but you will learn a lot about the drinking patterns of articulate twentysomethings. They’re all friends, the bloggers on this level, and they’re in a constant state of link-swapping, making it possible to actually click through the Web in a giant circle all day, like Tigger bouncing through the Hundred Acre Wood.

And after I invited her to the blogger karaoke thing, too. Imagine my surprise upon learning that she attended, “Secretly, and for research purposes only.”

Update: I wasn’t going to respond to the content of this article, since I can’t imagine too many things more tedious than posts about blogger gatherings. But several people have convinced me that it’s important.

For the record, I was among the people who remained at the karaoke party (which allegedly was vacated by all but one person with a weblog). Also in the room were several other, local bloggers (some of whom would probably prefer not to be identified). We were joined by a good many more. Some people with weblogs weren’t in the mood to sing, and adjourned to a nearby bar.


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