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December 2, 2004

Krucoff.com's One Year Anna-versary. It just dawned on me that I started this site one year ago yesterday. I'm not one for anniversaries or making a big deal of things, especially for something as insignificant as this, but seeing how I quit my day job so I could be dirt poor and work from home as a Gawker Media faux-employee I suppose it has impacted my life in no small way. I'm such a fat ass now. Anyway, here's my first entry, inspired by a game of Kosherland with my niece Anna while listening to Neutral Milk Hotel. Later when I tried to explain that I put a picture of her on my website she replied simply, "why?" A very good question. Like many things, I didn't have an answer.

But here's an email I received yesterday that just about sums up any "achievement" I've made with this site.

--- Sophie Everette wrote:

Dear Andrew:

Great site! I must say you've got the best stuff out there on the web about Conde Nast.

Since you've got insiders, I would like to know if you wouldn't mind passing this casting announcement (found below) on, or at the very least possibly post to your site.

I've made some contacts so far, but more would always help. Thanks, xoxo

Gawker has the details up now. I don't think I've written about Conde Nast in six months (yes, I feel so empty too) but I'll take the compliment. Perhaps it's fitting since I only wrote about Conde Nast to get linked on Gawker with obnoxious, vainglorious attempts to be a publicity whore. There is no bottom to navigate in my ocean of shame. Chris Gage said it best on this site a year ago when declaring the worst blogs were Gawker and The Kicker.

Primarily for being Adam and Eve to a legion of lost self-love children who lick more ass than magazine interns (yeah, I'm talking about you Krucoff) leaving the rest of us soaked in the chunky afterbirth and its gassy, warm placental champagne. Also for writing posts that read like notes school kids pass each other when the teacher is daydreaming about infanticide.

I dunno, it all started innocently enough. A post here, a post there, and the next thing you know I'm hanging out with gay dudes at Balthazar and ODDLY ALWAYS PAYING FOR MYSELF. (You cheap bastards.) Not sure how I left Point A and arrived here to Point B but it definitely wasn't a straight line. Please, someone show me a better way to Point C. With a nod and nary a thank to those who know and blow, let's do the Time Whorp Again. The Newhouse of Nast Edition:

Everything Is Regurgitated (Conde Nast Tour)

New Yorker Survey

Conde Nast Crapper Caper

Conde Boots

Hot Girl: then Elle, now at Vogue

Conde Boots, Again

Jesse Oxfeld's Tina Brown Interview: Part 1 & Part 2

Conde Blogging: Part 1 & Part 2

Femmes de Publeesh

Conde Bathroom Again, But Not Really

Baiting The New Yorker's Ben McGrath: Part 1 & Part 2

NYer TOTT Review by Starkweather/Fugate

And now, using two songs disguised with four titles, your moment of Zen:
Neutral Milk Hotel - "Avery Island/April 1st/Gardenhead/Leave Me Alone" (4.62 MB)

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