God knows how I've lasted livin' with these bastards in the 'ouse!

The Current short on the most famous of the DC blogger houses focuses more on the fact that Yglesias and Co. blog than the fact that they all live together, which is a shame; the phenomenon of flophouses is less thoroughly played out than "Ooh Web 2.0!"

The Yale Mafia operates on the flophouse model—Will, most of Iqra'i, TKB, Broockman, and I have all shared various roofs at various points—and there's a lot to be said for having a surplus of argumentative people around at all times. The high-minded discussions that never quite made it to the blogosphere:

“I need a synonym for empathy.”
“Compassion?”
“No, I need one that connotes death.”

“I vant to suck your blood. I vant to be alone.”
“You can’t do both.”
No, I vill siphon your blood into a Mason jar.”

“Okay, we’re done with metaphysics jokes.”
“We can never be done with metaphysics jokes, they persist through time.”

“What? There’s no sex in Heaven?”
“Yes, but we already decided that Heaven was a tragic place.”

"There's no way that Interpol actually has two hundred couches."
"No, it is. Think about it: you live in Brooklyn and you're sick of having band practice in your crappy apartment, so, when you see a huge warehouse available for practically nothing, you jump on it. Then you have all this space you're not using, so you start picking up couches that get left on the street. It wouldn't take you that long to get two hundred."

Think of it as the blogger equivalent of a music label. Plus, we save on magazine subscriptions.

[Shameless self-reference definitely not cross-posted at PoMoCon.]