Me in an alphabetical nutshell, according to my browser:
A is for AstrologyZone. I’m still a Cancer, thank god, since I’m told Geminis are “confusing.”
B is for Babblebook (RIP!), and then, less narcissistic-ally, Brooklyn Public Library
E is myself again.
F is for Facebook, then Flickr. Also “Fake.” How apropos.
G is for Gallup. Obama broke 50% approval again yesterday! Today he was back down to 49%. Still, we’re doing better, guys. Doing better.
H is for Huffington Post. Really? I guess not a lot of sites begin with H.
I is for IMDB
K is for Kickstarter, where Tara Leigh showed us all how it’s done.
M is for Modcloth, where I go to “love” items of clothing I will never buy: 107 of them so far! I can’t help it. How could you not “love” this dress? You’d have to be inhuman, or perhaps allergic to polka dots.
N is for the NYT
O is for OpenSalon, where I had a blog for about five minutes.
P is Pandora and Pajiba, two sites that I think could be friends if they hung out.
Q and R are for nothing and nothing, respectively (fascinating!).
S is for Slate & Salon. Slate is the daddy and Salon is the mommy. Their child would be some kind of hipster who reads The Awl.
T is for Twitter. U and V are disappointments.
W is for Washington Post and Wikipedia, the past and the future.
X takes me to Pajiba again for some reason.
Y is for Yelp. No, there are no good restaurants where I work, but I keep looking anyway.
And Z is for Zappos! Of course it is.