Step Into... The Cockpit!

In the end, we just decided to launch a men's blog instead, since, you know, men actually get things done instead of just jawing about them all day long. (Oh, don't look at us like that, gals!) So, without further ado, welcome to... The Cockpit!

WTF, Stemware You guys, last night after we closed the paper, when we totally went out for dude-food at 1 a.m., and had to go to that stupid French place on Park Avenue, and I ordered that beer? And they brought the beer to me in a red wine glass? What the fuck was that, yo? 'Kay, IM me later, I'll be in my office or something. Or out getting a beer... in A GLASS, MAN. Sheesh. --posted by Tom "El Beisbol" Scocca at 12:14 p.m.

I'll Take Fruity Writers For $100, Alex Ha ha, dudes. Check it out. Say "Jonathan Lethem" ten times. Doethn't it thound lithpy? Ha ha ha. Lethem! Lethem! Lethem! LEETTHEMMMM! Ah, shit, hang on, I gotta go get a Dr. Pepper.

Oh yeah, did u see? Thcooter Libbey is on crutches today. Heh. What a fag! --posted by Choire "Hot Dog, Homey!" Sicha at 12:39 p.m.

Top Ten Lies Sold To Us By Lesbians 10. Farmer's markets. 9. Tempeh. (See also: seitan.) 8. Moving in. 7. Barter 6. Anne Heche. (Heh. Anne He-she.) 5. Indonesian rice salad. 4. Processing. 3. Collective action. (See also: the WNBA.) 2. Ani DiFranco. 1. Ecuadorian sweaters. --posted by Tom "Rockin' Out, Man!" McGeveran at 12:52 p.m.