Okay, this is JUST a little strange.

I do go to Gawker pretty much every day, but I don’t click on every link every day. I skipped this one entirely, which did not stop me from posting the exact same story in a completely different context earlier today. The blogosphere is a very strange place indeed, and apparently Frank McCourt rules it.

FMcC: So I was walking along the street one day, and I ran into one of my old students, who came up to me. He said, “Hey, Mr. McCourt! Remember me? I was one of your students!” and I said, “Yeah, Moose Klein, I remember you.” So he says, “Yeah! I was in your class at Stuy!” and I said, “Yes, Moose, I know.”
“Yeah, I was in your class for a year and a half, and because of that I’m a poet. And now I’m starving, so FUCK YOU!”