Oh, hello! My name is Katie Baker and I'll be here today attempting to assist the wondrous Jenna Sauers. I just thought I'd tell you a lil bit about myself. For starters, I am actually blogging from my mother's basement.
Let's see, what else. My interests include, but are not limited to: skiing; the evolution of Hillary Clinton's hair; parenthetical asides; cars with Wyoming or Rhode Island license plates; working through my intense love/hate with Anne Hathaway; soft-coated wheaten terriers; the way even hockey players from Connecticut speak with a strong Western Canadian accent; The Walking Dead; reminiscing about making out with guys wearing hemp necklaces at Dave Matthews Band concerts at the Meadowlands and then getting a ride home from someone's dad; and seltzer.
I have a cloud fetish. I used to be a lacrosstitute. I once cried at a McDonald's commercial. (The one with the Braille menu!) The New York Knicks ruined my childhood. I had to watch The Voyage of the Mimi twice, once in sixth grade and again in seventh, because I switched schools. As a result I know all about getting naked in a sleeping bag with someone when you get hypothermia and also I can spell the alphabet in sign language. I taught sailing to six year olds. When I was a tween I had a job moderating IRC chat rooms, but that's a story for another day. I am allergic to cats.
I'm well on my way to becoming the Gawker Media town bicycle. You can sometimes find my daffy alter ego, Phyllis Nefler, weighing in on other people's weddings over at the mothership. But for the most part you can find me dodging dongs over at Deadspin. To begin to understand my love for sports, take a look at this video, paying particular attention at the 20 second mark.
If that male gaze is wrong, I never want to be right.
Anyway, sincerely pleased to meet each and every one of you, and do feel free to let me know what's up.
Photo: Me and my basement-owning mother, Thanksgiving, 1989. Wish I still owned that skirt.