Now just wait a cotton pickin’ minute here…
Me, May 2006:
Friend o’ the blog and local musician Ali Marcus
Seattlest, today:
Local singer-songwriter/friend of Seattlest Ali Marcus will be playing the festival
Oh no you don’t, you conniving German-import driving bike riding bloggers who half the time don’t even post stuff that even happened in Seattle. You may outdo us in Technorati authority, roll with your posse of indie-pop addled beautiful hipsters while we can only muster Monica Guzman and a couple of LiveJournalers, and just generally crush us with your pale green user experience and your paid posts.
But you do NOT steal Ali. She is OURS. She is our Jenny. We are her Blake. Do NOT even get off on trying to be her Ben.
I demand satisfaction. The weapon shall be pub quiz. It shall be this summer, it shall be for Ali’s hand in blog-trimony, and you will stand and deliver. I suggest you get your affairs in order and brush up on your NASL trivia, because as Aaron Burr said to Alexander Hamilton on that faithful day on the Jersey shore, “IT’S ON, bitches.”
I think that world leaders can learn from our hometown Metroblogging guys and gals. If only all quarrels were settled by Pub Quiz Duel.
I’ve known Ali for about two years now, and Kim’s a friend of hers too. If you like her so much, maybe you should have contacted her and asked for Folklife recommendations. But you didn’t. So SUCK IT.
And anyways, she’s pregnant with our child.
Well, this took an unexpected turn.
I did have Ali’s recs in my post queue, until YOU STOLE THE IDEA. And now you’re claiming to knock her up, but I know you don’t have the trackbacks to do that.
You dishonor all bloggers. I should ban you where you stand.