FU SF/J!

Update: I got news via Matt McKinnon: Radar Magazine notes that Sasha Frere-Jones has altered his cyber-begging post. To paraphrase Winston Churchill, your lame post may be gone, sir, but you’re still a total cockwad.

How Sasha Frere-Jones made the bloggerton Weasel Watch in 4 easy steps.

1. Smart New Yorker music journalist also likes to take mostly shitty photos, mostly for fun, then post them on his blog at 3 in the morning.
2. Smart New Yorker music journalist repeatedly buys hard drives that he considers shitty to store aforementioned mostly shitty photos.
3. Smart New Yorker music journalist has catastrophic crash, losing mostly shitty photos, but finds out he can have them restored for $5,000.
4. Smart New Yorker music journalist puts out his hat and begs his readers for the skrilla, becomes latest in a long line of cyberbeggars. No value proposition is offered in exchange for contributions. In fact, he anticipates that people will (admittedly incorrectly) think that as a big journalist, he’s made of money. And yet still just stands there whinging with the hat out, as though it’s everyone else’s job to solve his stupid problem.
5. As an aside, Smart New Yorker music journalist repeatedly refers, correctly but pedantically, to his “data” in the plural. (Douche!)

WTF? If this happened to me and I decided to panhandle to offset the expense, I’d at least throw a fucking party or something. Given his status, you’d think he might even know a few musicians who might be willing to play it gratis.

But given his apparently winning personality, hey, maybe not.

Judged.

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