October 01, 2003

The Return of Elizabeth Spiers

It's the moment someone, somewhere has we've all been waiting for: The Kicker has finally launched. OK, it still has a really weird URL, and not all the links work, but MemeFirst is on the blogroll, so it must be good, right?

Elizabeth Spiers has posted two items thus far, and she's so ahead of the curve that both of them are in the future! (One's timed at 1:02pm, the other at 5:07pm, and I haven't even got past my morning coffe yet.) But they're both good items: I love the idea of Condé Nast buying New York magazine by mistake when an editorial assistant puts it through as a petty cash expense. And Paper Magazine really does need to wake up and realise that Chloë Sevigny is so, like, eight years ago.

Posted by Felix at 04:29 PM GMT

And this is what I get for linking to you!

The URL will change, that's just the [formerly] hidden URL.

Just for that, all my new posts are going into "draft" until tomorrow.

Posted by: Elizabeth Spiers on October 1, 2003 07:52 PM

Hey, I didn't know it was meant to be secret! No one sent me an email saying "here's the beta, don't disclose it". I just followed a publicly-available link, like the good blogger I am. Sorry...

Posted by: Felix on October 1, 2003 08:08 PM

"Felix Unsnarks"

Posted by: Stefan on October 1, 2003 09:25 PM

Of course, our blog is so far ahead of its (NY) time that every single entry is posted 6 hours in the future

Posted by: Stefan on October 1, 2003 09:36 PM

Since when have I been the Prince of Snark? I calls 'em as I sees 'em.

And actually, I'd like to propose moving MemeFirst to New York time, on the grounds that New York is � obviously � the Center of the Universe, and that Stockholm � equally obviously � isn't.

BTW, I might have been wrong about the posting-in-the-future thing: if you follow the link now, it says that the postings were actually made yesterday. I can't remember for sure if that was always the case, or whether it's been changed since I posted.

Posted by: Felix on October 1, 2003 09:42 PM

Amazing how defensive Felix gets when confronted by strong women. Can't imagine why that is.

Posted by: Matthew on October 1, 2003 09:42 PM

Quite clearly, the center of my universe is wherever I happen to be. The other alternative: the server location's time, which � being Seattle � would put us 3 hours behind all the action.

Posted by: Stefan on October 1, 2003 09:48 PM

Ah, it's Felix in action. Do something sneaky, then act all innocent. You're getting a reputation, my love, and it's not one of those fun slutty reputations like mine. ;)

Posted by: Choire on October 1, 2003 10:17 PM

Matthew: Let's not be coy, darling. What are you implying?

Stefan: I know you have superprivileged access to the MemeFirst settings, but that should mean that you bend over backwards to include peons like myself on these decisions, rather than simply declaring yourself to be the center of the universe.

Choire: I know, it's depressing. Once upon a time I had a fun slutty reputation like yours, and now I'm seen as little more than a gutless kid who rings doorbells, runs away, and then bursts into tears when caught saying "I didn't mean it! Honest!".

I know where I went wrong, and it shan't happen again. Here's the posting as it should have appeared:

I, the great Felix, have uncovered the deepest secrets of the Primedia empire! The cowering wretch known as Spiers has been hiding her new blog from prying eyes until now � but I have uncovered its secret location! Begone, veils of deception! Let the world see what New York magazine intends to unleash upon an unsuspecting world! Information wants to be free! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Posted by: Felix on October 1, 2003 11:41 PM

Ha! Remember back when information wanted to be free? Those were good times.

Posted by: Choire on October 2, 2003 12:52 PM

I know Mwahahaha, he was Minihaha's Dad. So was Mwahahahahahahaha his great gransire?

Posted by: charles on October 2, 2003 02:57 PM

mt-blacklist - a great comment-spam-filter

Posted by: Tom on October 6, 2004 09:59 AM