Daily Briefs: Who is this Nikki Finke you speak of?

I hope you’ve all been enjoying Nikki Finke’s Deadline Hollywood over the last couple of days! We don’t know what’s going on there. It’s kind of like the Pitch blog is haunted by juicy, but very spoo-oooky Hollywood scoopage. Consequently, I wasn’t going to write anything this morning. “Let Nikki Finke do it,” %{[ data-embed-type=”image” data-embed-id=”57150c3b89121ca96b95f731″ data-embed-element=”aside” ]}%I said to Justin, lazily scratching my stomach with one hand while shoveling a fistful of Combos Pizzeria pretzel snacks into my mouth with the other. “Is there any way to get our site to resolve to something more irritating, like Metafilter? I love how they post a link to a site and then explain exactly what kind of a link it is with complicated, insider-y acronyms. SLYT post, you guys.”

“Is there any possibility you might shut the fuck up?” said Justin. He was trying to listen to some of the filthy messages women leave on his voice mail several times a week. “Besides, you remember what you wanted to name your web feature? DAILY BRIEFS. That means you have to post DAILY, or else you single-handedly turn us into a bunch of liars. Unless you want to change the name to something accurate? Like, “Chris Packham Shops in the Ladies Department?”

“Hey! Are you making fun of my pants?” I asked. “They’re extremely fancy. They got writing on the butt! J-U-I-C-Y,” I said, touching each letter as I spelled it aloud.

“DUUU-UUUH,” said Justin. “I’m Chris Packham. I hate National Public Radio. I want to make love to Detective McNulty. That’s my impression of you. Stop talking to me before people start thinking we’re boyfriends.”

Me and Justin are pals. We’re going to drink Cosmos after work and dish about boys. After the jump, some science whatever and some econoalypse whatever. Or, possibly, Nikki Finke, if we haven’t got all that straightened out yet. Click here or here: