All your indies are belong to us.
You know, sometimes I feel like, between the cute pictures of puppies and the endless love for bacon, there just isn’t enough on the Internet to be mad at. And then the tosser who writes Valleywag directs me to Sasha “Where does the umlaut go on ‘crunk’?” Frere-Jones’ twitter feed
Favourite tweet: “Beloveds: I don’t want to be in this Starbucks, but all my indies are closed. It’s morning, common time for coffee, no? Early open, yes?.”
Sasha Frere-Jones: All his indies are closed.
