Listicles count as news, don’t they?
We know that it’s slushy and snowy and rainy and holiday-y and we’re all hung over even though it’s only Tuesday. But I stayed up all night trying to see if I could draw a picture of a dog if I looked at enough photos of them on the Internet, and I still managed to get into the office today. So come on, people! Pick up the slack. Don’t make me regret buying all those additional illustrator tools on Paper at 4 a.m.!*
1. Gawker can’t be bothered to muster enough enthusiasm for the eight people who came to their holiday party to identify them; instead link back to Friday’s much more scintillating piece about crashing Buzzfeed’s Employees-Only bash. Talk about punching sideways.
3. Gothamist hasn’t updated for about two hours and we’re starting to get worried.
4. We finally get that oral history of Six Feet Under‘s finale montage that we asked for eight years ago. (Alan Ball: Billy just bored Brenda to death, finally.)