The more I think about it, the more it sounds like the kid has a case, even if he's a nasty (and uninspired) little demon.

The day after the injunction, Wikileaks' web servers (hosted in Sweden by the company who used to host the world's most infamous site for illegal downloads, The Pirate Bay) caught fire. Apparently that's under control now, so you can still read secret documents like the US Rules of Engagement for Iraq, secret CIA funding for torture research, records of the U.S. violating the chemical weapons ban, FBI pedophile symbols, and operating procedure for Guantanamo.

(A technical note: What the government shut down was the domain, not the actual web host; if this happened to a bigger brand-name site, losing a domain could be devastating even if the site moved elsewhere. Plus this could lead to censorship of domain names themselves.)

Strangely, the Electronic Frontier Foundation, the legal org which basically exists to scream bloody murder about this sort of censorship, hasn't written a thing about the shutdown; not even a link on their blog. It'd be nice to see some attention, since if this shutdown goes unchallenged, it sets a precedent for shutting down sites at the whims of their critics. Which would put a slight crimp on Gawker's style!

Nick Douglas writes for Valleywag, Blogebrity, and Look Shiny. He's never even been kicked out of a party.

MI6. Marketing Games Initiative. Who knows what the 6 stands for. Some would say it's a reference to 2006, but more likely, it's an obvious node to the number of pulsating [CENSORED]s that can be stuffed into a single puckered media outlet's [CENSORED]. The games marketing people were all over Moscone earlier this week, and the food vendors and tranny hookers of Soma are still recovering. The event was designed to show off the work of all those hardcore marketing weasels that place ads like the famous "dead blond in a bathtub of blood" Hitman ad of recent months.

Of course, these people could all care less whether the games they're promoting are any good, much the same way that a pimp doesn't really care if his [CENSORED]s are tickling [CENSORED]sacks with aplomb. The event was punctuated with an award ceremony that gave top honors to the Madagascar game's TV campaign. Yikes. The awards were even broken down into categories like "Best Text for a Print Ad," and "Best Endcap Display."

Who the [CENSORED] knew these people got awards? This is akin to giving out prizes for the best [CENSORED]al rapist on the cell block, with a special nod to Pedophile Steve in B23 for coming up with the idea to replace the salad tossing jelly [CENSORED?] with Maple Syrup. Sticky [CENSORED]s all up and down the coast shout "Thanks Steve!" [CENSORED]s the [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED].

Incidentally, no one with any actual talent won any awards at this event. The overall winner was the XBox 360 campaign people, which really just goes to prove that the only factor in winning these awards was the size of your budget [UNCENSORED], not the quality of your drivel.