Embarrasing and/or regrettable pictures of the Pitchfork staff abound on Friendster. Remember Friendster? Remember how it was fun for a minute and then everyone got tired of it and left their profiles in a state of update purgatory? Well, our crack reporters logged back in, so let's put a face to a favorite writer's name in this inaugural Banana Nutrament roundtable.
Deirdre: He's posting on his Wittgenstein Lovers LiveJournal page.
Darnell: No, he's raising the Buy It Now! price on his exhaustive collection of Factory Records ephemera. Now he's taking the auction down entirely!
Miguel: Wrong, he's on the Genesis P-Orridge Meetup.com page organizing a flash mob.
Indeie: I really grok this seminal haircut reissue.
Miguel: This isn't such a great photo, but it does give us a rare glimpse into Pitchfork headquarters. Note the story assignments on the dry erase board.
Darnell: I didn't know they still made Tab.
Gordo: There's a certain vibe here. I was thinking shy but spunky. Then it hit me. It's "Naughty Schoolgirl".
Darnell: Yeah, definitely.
Deirdre: You lot are disgusting.
Indeie: Can you imagine the post-coital cigarette, running idle fingers through her hair as she expounds on the subtle intricacies of Sufjan Stevens' latest release?
Darnell: Or stencils "Aesop Rock" onto your limited edition titanium Trapper Keeper?
Deirdre: I'm going to give her a 0.0 just to round down your piggish scores.
Gordo: He must have eaten some bum E pills.
Miguel: It looks like he just got back from some sweet ass rave with all the cool kids from ILM. The jocks couldn't even get in the door.
Deirdre: Don't pull a Leah Betts, Nick!
Darnell: If I ever became a British trance DJ, that would be my name, DJ Leah Betts
Indeie: This is an atrocity to mankind.
Miguel: Do you think he lost the foam sombrero that goes with that?
Indeie: It says he lives in McLean, VA. Something is amiss here.
Miguel: Maybe he telecommutes.
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