It’s always a curious experience when we see our heroes shredded to pieces. Maybe it was when the Dell guy got busted for possession, or when Cher’s wig was stolen, or when your He-Man action figure went horribly disfigured at the whims of your dog.
I just found a blog called I Don’t Hate James Lileks. The name is a bit of a misnomer. The blog ran hot for two days in January and then went dead, but it’s quite a collection of brutal commentary on Lileks’ day-to-day Bleats. The straight dope? Lileks is mean-spirited, self-absorbed, unoriginal and imitative.
No wonder I like him.