Suck.com was the web's very first (and, for quite a long time, longest-running) daily publication. (*) Founded by a couple of (particularly) disaffected Wired guys, it ran from 1995 to (its tragic cancellation in) 2001 and basically invented a literary form along the way: the hypertextual, ironic essay. (See Johnson's Interface Culture for a rundown on that.)

Wednesdays on Suck featured the inimitable Polly Esther (instantiated in the illustrations of the nearly equally irreplaceable Terry Colon) who laid about her on the critical topics of modern dating, the tragically hip, Internet ennui, Generation X, mild mental illness, holiday hellishness, literary pretensions, alcohol and other psychic painkillers, annoyingly consequential life choices, the working life of new media pissboys, bitterness, and hyper-cynicism. Plus not to forget a giant, evil, Canadian rabbit on crack. I previously published a list of particularly classic Fillers, to which you should treat yourself now if you haven't (or if you have).
Polly aka Heather Havrilesky more or less defined the age for many of us. She also made an awful lot of people feel a lot less alone.
In a couple of months, Ms Havrilesky has her first book coming out a memoir. This event provides a critical re-balancing of a universe in which I had book deals, but members of the original Suck cadre had not. It's also very, very likely to be very, very good not to mention enormously entertaining. (*)
I'll be posting a review in this space as soon as the book hits shelves. Meanwhile, if it looks like your kind of thing, you might consider pre-ordering it. Pre-orders are a major factor in the success or failure of a book (and its author), and it's such a murderous landscape out there for people trying to make a living in this masochistically stupid way . . . Anyway, I'd consider it a personal favour if you pre-ordered a copy even, actually, a great gift for that upcoming 11th anniversary of my 29th birthday, and for which I previously begged you not to get me any gifts . . . Otherwise, or in any case, do enjoy the Fillers. Cheers!