Man. Myth. Morland.: Kot in the act

Here's a paragraph from a not terrible article on Eggers, McSweeny's et al in yesterday's Guardian:

And it is true that some reviewers, and big battalions of literary bloggers, routinely use Eggers and his fellow-travellers as a ball to kick around. It takes a few minutes to Google up this splenetic example posted on kottke.com: "Yup, lots of pressure for Dave Eggers, what with growing up affluent in a Chicago suburb, getting something close to $3m for book and film advances ... being declared a philanthropist, getting a spread in the [San Fran cisco] Chronicle and other pubs with nary a whit of criticism. Eggers, Eggers, Eggers All The Time, Love Him He's Inflatable."

This statement upset me, but not for the reason one might think (you, dear readers, are presumptuous filth and you often naively* jump to conclusions, though I must admit this tickles me, as I intentionally lead you down garden paths so that I may heighten both your sense of revelation and esteem of my writing prowess). Kottke.com is a typo, a name-squatter, an abomination. Kottke.org, the site to which they really meant to attribute the quote, is the fine blog of Jason Kottke. Jason's been blogging for six years. He's married to a founder of Blogger. He's one of only four recipients of the Bloggies' lifetime achievement award. If Jason doesn't get respect from traditional media, no blogger does.

Now my indignation here may seem disproportionate, but I have trouble reconciling the desire to quote a comment from Kottke.org with the sloppiness of failing to properly attribute it. The former validates and the latter undercuts, and they managed to do it in a single sentence. It's the abusive spouse of quotations.

Easily-corrected, factual errors like this are partly what prompted some to even start blogging in the first place.

*adverbs: apparently the bane of good writing. First Gina draws my attention to just how sloppily* I write and now Paul Ford is eruditely* going off on the perils of passivity and all I want to do is sheepishly* bury my head in the sand, hum the theme song to "Bang the Drum Slowly*", and enjoy the delusion that I write well* when I want to. Failing that, I'll fall back predictably* on the "it's colloquial" excuse. And anyways, if "something ____ly* this way comes" is literary, then why the taboo?