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That Rodger Jacobs is always stirring up trouble and this time, somehow, half our blog-friends are involved. Gridskipper launched an awards thing and all hell broke loose. First there was the campaigning and then there was the remorse. Rodger and Kim Cooper of LAist fave The 1947 Project called Shenanigans and somehow our friend Megan (who tells us that cupcakes are still hot this winter) got hit with a drive-by thrashing in the process. Since the 1947 Project and 8763 Wonderland have both dropped out, we're placing our money on Overeducated and Underemployed walking away with the win handily. Who knows, though, all the Urbs controversy might be just what gridskipper needs and LAist fan and friend, Bob Hanifen, can keep posting about Los Angeles long into the new year.
Ensie got introspective in his many posts about Echo Park's Department of Correctional Symbolism Mural. Boycott Your Lifestyle, indeed.
Not exactly local but since we're talking friends of the program today, former Austinist editor and Internet Rockstar Ben Brown seemingly became a more wealthy version of his self today after selling consumating to c|net. He's moving to California but heading north instead of locally. Doesn't he know all the cool internet kids are coming south?
And, finally, LAist is often at trivia at O'Brien's on Mondays but this week while we were up the street at a Holiday party at Wilshire, our team (who, we just realized, is packed to the gills with bloggers, diarists and other online wordy types) got in a battle with Jason Patric. There's no way LAist will miss next week when a bar fight might erupt after we reveal our appropriately caustic team name. Our suggestion? Fatric 2: Bloat Control!
