I met Hunter Moore one time. He handed me a glass of lukewarm Skyy vodka and Drivenbyboredom's Igor Smith showed me he was an expert mixologist by putting a lemon wedge in it. We were at The Foundation Room in Mandalay Bay in Vegas, and it was the night before the AVNs. Moore repeatedly asked me if I was going to give him bad press, but really, I didn't have very many bad things to say about Moore. He'd done a genius thing: he'd created a website that was fueled by sexy user-generated content and the asshole in all of us.