The American Felt building is where Tom Cruise lived with Nicole Kidman, so it stands to reason he would still own that space.

Penthouse umm D, I think. I only know this because I visited that building back in the day (like 1991-- when it was right behind the former Palladium), because my friend was dating two-hit wonder Martika (remember her? old school), who'd been 'put up' by her record label directly across the way from the Cruises (in Penthouse H maybe? I don't remember).

In any case, those spaces are DOPE. So if the current Cruises are buying up all their "neighbors' spaces," then that is one super hott crib.

I'm just sayin.

That's okay. We were all busy at Gawker talking about Don Draper, anyways.

Honestly, I thought the only reason Magic Johnson is still alive is cuz (a long whiles ago) somebody told me there's some super-exclusive fancy hospital/spa type place in ummm Europe (?) or Scandinavia (?) wherein they take sickly rich peoples and drain them of almost all their blood and then replace with fresh non-sickly virgin blood. And they do this like, once every year even.

And supposedly other super-rich peoples who should also be dead already do this freaky "health regime" thingie too.
Like Keith Richards (?).

Anyways, that's what I heard.

Oh shut the fuck up, James Cramer.

Thank goodness there are peoples in this country who still believe in good ole Capitalism, despite what those weaselly, hypocritical jerkoff fuckwits in Washington say.

By my calculation, I just made $10.00 in the last five minutes, investing in the Market, even though there are apparently PLENTY of citizens in this country who can't manage to make $10 per HOUR.

Suck it, pussies!

Hey, moms! Check it! That BA in Economics may end up being worth it after all. In a few years maybe, but still.

"... who, as managing editor of Gawker.com, will continue the site's evolution into a national news and entertainment site."

Uh yah, but wouldn't Gawker be better off just doing what it does best? And by that I mean: Julia Allison and Emily Brill-- all day, every day.

Aww, I heart Maer Roshan, I think he's the scrunchiest.

So much so, that I really really felt badly about that time I wrote about seeing him crying on University Place, and then Corynne Steindler swooped in and scooped that shit up and ran with it. I had no idea that would happen-- I'm not savvy enough to know alls about the the big convoluted insidery media whateverthefuck world.

My point at the time (and still is) is that I heart Radar! All 12,000 incarnations of it! Even the very very first one ever!

And so I was kinda bummed when I finally got to meet Maer Roshan in real life flesh and blood life (outside of daSilvano) and I got to shake his hand and everything (!! I sucked his luck, you see) and then when I told him my name, it didn't seem like he recognized it at all, not even a little bit.

Sigh :(

But thanks for telling me you like my bike, Maer Roshan! I will hold that memory close and dear to my heart, forever and always.

xoxo

Um, yes?Ii realize Josh Stein does not write for Radar. Why do you ask ??

Oh! Is it because I listed him under "things i loathe" in my profile thingie?

I only did that cuz i figured he would see it eventually-- when GoogleAlerts pops up in his e-mail inbox, you see.
Just a little "Good morning, fukkface!" from me to him, if you will.
:)

Also cuz: since all his bloggetty blog buddies DO write for Radar (or will eventually, I gather) I figured it's just as good as telling him to his face.

Thanks for the "heads up" though! Or whatever.

Dear KarenUhOh,

Has anybody ever told you-- you're like the Donnie Darko of One-Liner Interweb Commentatoring ?

Huh, whuh-? (You're probably thinking in your head right now.)

Yah. Exactly.

xo

p.s. GAAGH i meant "and" of course. sigh.

Dear Jen, [ha, i made a pun! deerjen! get it?]

Hi! I'm pretty sure you remember me, cuz you (shockingly) approached me at 66, while I was the maitre d' there, and you enlightened me alls about how you totally recall how I used to drive my motorcycle right smack into your dad's (awesome) nightclub, and how "Angel put a bullet in the slide."

[That very night is included my published diary, by the way, dated February Whatever, 2003.]

Anyhoo, [i]PX This[/i] is currently in pre-production, for teevee! If you deemed it even remotely worthy to become involved in any way, shape, or form-- even if it's just a wee cameo type thingie-- I would be soooo utterly stoked.
[Brian Grazer is seriously sweating me right now, no joke.]

Please tell your dad I said "hi!" and how we all miss him and NYC nightlife sucks big hairy balls without him.

Congratulations on your stunning success...

All my love an undying devotion,
abbe diaz
PX This.

Ha, I KNEW it! I totally called it! (At least I think I did.)

Come on, seriously? They splash "HOW TO BE FAMOUS, EVEN IF YOU'RE NOBODY" in big fat letters across the front cover of that mutherfukker, and it's a shocker that's it's one of the best selling issues ever ??

Pssh, get serious.

Yah so, yesterday, right before I went to dinner, I heard Gawker made a sex video! And it got leaked alls over the interwebs.

And this morning, I wake up to discover: Gawker is as famous as Paris Hilton!

WOW.

That's hott.

Ha ha ha ahaa ha haa GOOD FOR YALLS.

Cuz anybody who's really actually truly anybody in Fashion can tell you that the only "show" worth its salt is the one thrown for CLIENTS and BUYERS, not this current prevalent Circus Freakshow Extravaganza intended for all the hysterical broke-assed "vintage" wearing 'fashionistas' and snot-nosed $24K earning, egomaniacal begging-for-a-handout junior "editors."

YOU jerkoffs created this Festival of Fuckwits-- now EAT IT.

The rest of us will be in Paris/Milan sipping cappuccinos on the cozy leather sofa in the Dolce&Gabbana showroom. Oh that reminds me, I wonder if Mr.Alaïa be making his famous omelette for lunch this year? Or will I have to settle for the carpaccio again (blecch)?

Puh leeeeeeze.

Ah shiiiiiit--

MANGIA, REPRESENT.

Holla.


[Translation: Alls the way at the end of the video there? You can see it was entirely filmed in front of Mangia(WallSt), which my booboo just happens to own. I'm just sayin.]

You go, Tucker Max!

I've never read any of your super-popular Dick Lit and personally, I wouldn't fuck you with somebody else's pussy. But I can definitely see how other women would-- I, for one, have met some pretty dumb bitches in my lifetime.

And, as an 'unsuccessful writer,' might I say I completely envy your ability to capitalize on this great country's rampant idiocy and miserably low average collective IQ. I am totally "reevaluating" what I am doing wrong, right now as I am typing this comment.

Oh yah, and speaking of comments and/or "Gawker commenters," I'd like to suggest: Eh, fuck them. Those high-fallutin elitist judgmental geniuses were never gonna go pay to see your movie ANYWAYS, which I'm sure is going to gross like, a bazillion dollars.

Hey, have you ever heard of Julia Allison? Maybe you two

oh forget it. Never mind.

"even gawker isn't going to bother with this."

Yah, but that's just cuz Gawker is like, totally bi-polar.

Oh OHH, I have one!

When Julia Allison had her date thingie with some editor dude (?) from someplace, that was videotaped and then spread alls across the interwebs--

WELL, the restaurant in which they dated was: Centro Vinoteca!
And guess what? It turns out that very same week, Centro just happened (?!) to have a lot of customers come in! [I know, cuz my shortie owns the joint.]

And now? The chef of Centro Vinoteca has her VERY OWN teevee show on the Food Network!

You go, Julia Allison! Work it, homegirl.

OMG lookit that! Yippee.

One more thing:

"• Merit and talent are no longer prerequisites for fame, even of the micro sort. In fact, they might be impediments."

Can I just say: WORD.

Hooray! You win, Radar!
If this comment actually appears online (they never have before-- just sayin), I'm yours, forever!

Luv ya! -xoxo