Supreme

Bachelor, close to his mom, brings his own lunch to work -- we always suspected David Souter was the "emo justice." Now we know for sure:

While there is doubtless some demand for free Shakespeare, the evidence shows that substantive volume is a function of free access to copyrighted work. Users seeking Top 40 songs, for example, or the latest release by Modest Mouse, are certain to be far more numerous than those seeking a free Decameron.

Decameron... that's the new Connor Oberst side project, right? — WONKETTE

As seen on sub cards . . ...

Tracks subscribers are a silly bunch.

The first sub card pulled from a box of approximately a gillion was from Italy! "Wow," I thought, "Italy is sweet!" Naturally, it John Paul the II was attempting to subscribe from the address of "5ft Under Basilica."

Three later, a student of the reputable "Bring Em Young Univ" by the name of M. Jackson expressed his desire to subscribe to Tracks. Obviously this is the magazine for him.

Will it ever end? Is this project doomed by fakers? Stay tuned . . . ...

Presenting...

The intern Le Tigre cover band:

LE LIGER

interning like instant messaging

The time is 11:04 p.m. It's been a long night at Paste. Some reflections:

On foodz...
amomentofpeace: mcdonalds will make you fat
amomentofpeace: so will little debbie that dirty slut

On instant message blog posts...
houchins99: can it be an opera usually only emoticons and javascript
houchins99: using not usually

On mental states...
ListenToTheFall: i think delirium has set in

On purchases...
SincerelyKKiefer: i bought a traffic light at a garage sale last weekend. and my mom might get a pet goat.

On noise...
aprilpaste: noise
aprilpaste: noise
aprilpaste: noise
aprilpaste: noise

That pretty much sums it up. Or, something.

Its a junk food bonanza!

In case you were wondering....

Zebra Cakes trump Twinkies any day of the week, not just at deadline.

Hostess vs. Little Debbie

Zebra cakes, Cape Cod chips, and holla'in back...

That's what deadline is all about.

I actually didn't have anything worthy to say in this post.

Mass Hysteria

In addition to the madness that is deadline, it appears that several of the interns are having quarter-life crises. These recent graduates (myself included) worry about how they are going to support themselves, the career path they should take, marriage, the size of their butts, and what to eat for lunch, as well as the existence of God. What is a confused, impoverished twentysomething to do? No, really, we're asking.

WARNING: For your health

BEWARE fellow Interns! Claire came to work today without Deodorant. And as the afternoon sun continues to shine brighter and hotter, the situation certainly won't get any better.
That is all.

Let the War begin!

Though the internet may be 92% porn, this site proves the other 8% is violence.
Evidence: France beats Google in the only war it's ever won [though it's no schooling]
Evidence: In a fight at this office, we know who would win.
Evidence: Oh snap! It's a civil war!

I only speak in pictures

Ya dig?

Nike rapes Minor Threat

Hey kids. This is nuts. Yeah, this post is a little self-promoting, but oh well. You can go straight to Pitchfork to read the story if you want. Either way, it's unbelievable.

CAMPLIFIED!

It is with deep regret I inform you that yes, I used to put on shows for one of the bands participating in this tour...

Camplified

I won't say which band, but it's not Gillian Wheeler or Zachary Allen. But you must check those two out. NOW!

Where's Kate Winslet when you need her?

Just call me Palmer. Someone had to keep up on celebrity news. As such:

Leonardo got served!

I wish I was an actor so people could attack me with bottles...

All shall be forgotten...if someone buys this for me.

You know what sucks?

The fact that Nate found out about the blog, that's what. It was a nice effort guys, but I guess we have to share it with him now. Damn....

the hottest new band in the us underground!

"my favorite thing is how when i play out at places, it makes me feel all happy."

tell him how you really feel

a message to billy corgan from chicago

COMMODORE!

After work yesterday, a few of us decided to spend some quality time with our town's namesake, Commodore Stephen Decatur.



...maybe a little TOO MUCH quality time...

A Milestone to Remember

DECATUR, GA -- As of 4:26 p.m. this afternoon, Nicole Anderson officially acquired a Sufjan Stevens song, pushing her iTunes library past the 2000+ mark. The song, "Decatur, or, A Round of Applause for Your Stepmother" seems to have touched the lives of interns around the room today, and each had a very special story to share.
Awesome.com intern Austin feels a strong connection to the song, not only because of his current location, but he has "a friend who lives in that town." Referring the to town in Illinois that Sufjan specifically refers to, Austin actually knows someone who happens to live in a random boring midwestern Illinois town that Sufjan happened to write a song about. When asked to comment on how he himself felt about living in the same town as reffered to in the song, he replied, "No, the one in Illinois, not the one in Georgia, the one Sufjan is really talking about. The song is about the town in Illinois." Further research provided 5,098,595,409,843 towns across America also named "Decatur," with a 1-in-4 chance you are living in one right now.
Claire Extraordinaire shared how the song moved her: "It's my favorite song title!" However, a mix-up was brought to light when she came to discover how she had been mislead into a bizarred incident involving mashed fruit and blended families. "It's not a round of Applesauce for your stepmother?," she was heard to have whispered dejectedly.
It's clear where Nicole's special excitement came from, "This is so great! Now I have 0.00003% of the amount of music floating around this office!"
Kate, April and Palmer were unavailable for comment, but were assumed to have not been informed of the event.

Could you place your belongings in this box

April,

You're fired.

Ass

I drove Tim to the airport, and he missed his flight by one minute. That blows.

P-What in da house

Wassup Bitchaz,

As yo' chief custoda-dee-da-la enginees, I beez takin' worrk seerious. Kriss-cross my cribs swifferin' and dustin' and shit, yo ass bound to get capped, sucka.

Sincerely,

L. Palmer Houchins

How Very Appropriate

Palmer is on trash duty this week. And every week.

Throw yo hands in the air.

Test, test....this is DJ Aus-10 reporting for duty. Expect seven kinds of nastiness in my next post. And by that, I mean awesomepostinglikecrazy.com!

Tight Pockets, Tight Quarters

I think that if we're being honest with ourselves, cuss words are obviously the MVPs of the American lexicon. They are so efficient! Let's take the word "fuck" for instance. It really gets it done. It can mean "I've just screwed up!" or "to copulate" or "a stupid douchbag" or add "it" to the end and it means "fuhgettaboutit!", not to mention all the different compound words you can make with it.

I'm just saying, you get a lot of bang for your buck with cuss words. They're very useful. Only pretentious, wordy fucks don't use cuss words.

The Unicorn of Blogs is Born

Day 30

And the past month has led to this. We, the Interns of [a media outlet], create this blog in the name of freedom, justice and rock and roll. This summer, this small office has been infiltrated by six new interns. Here, from the depths of the Dirty South, we will bring you the hottest content out there, such as: what we get in the mail, dance parties and maybe an audio post or two just for the heck of it. And look out for engaging new content as soon as we learn how to use this newfangled thing!