Twenty-three years after the birth of what became AOL, a decade after Yahoo's IPO, eight years after the dawn of Google, five years after...

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Twenty-three years after the birth of what became AOL, a decade after Yahoo’s IPO, eight years after the dawn of Google, five years after the Time-Warner/AOL merger, a year after the founding of YouTube, all but the most calcified corners of the media world (what’s black and white and read all over … ) awoke to the fact that the Internet was not just at the doorstep, it had unpacked its bag, raided the liquor cabinet and taken the family for a joyride down to Baja. This was the year wishful thinking evaporated, and those media companies still standing began to seek anything that might see them through the deluge. And what a deluge it was.

“Snakes on a Plane”

In the beginning (that is, about 18 months ago), when Hollywood discovered that this darn Internet might be here to stay, its first reaction was, “What a great place to promote our movies!” Banner ads, promotional sites and the practice of flying bloggers to far-flung sets for up-close-and-personal kayak rides with A-list stars quickly became standard elements of the film marketer’s tool kit. But in 2006, something unexpected happened: The monster became too big and hungry to be sated by mere marketing scraps and demanded a hand in production.

No, “Snakes on a Plane” did not go on to challenge “Titanic’s” box-office record, but it did become the first studio release entirely championed, developed, titled and, for a time it seemed, directed by film fans on the Internet. The moment the movie’s cast and crew went back to the cameras for Internet-ordered, gore-boosting reshoots will go down in history as the first time the Web grabbed the production reins away from movie producers.

A marketing bridge too far

It was just a minor, passing fracas at New Line Cinema, makers of the “Lord of the Rings” trilogy (and the aforementioned “Snakes on a Plane”). On the promotional site for its film “Running Scared,” the studio created a game that allowed visitors to take on the role of the hero, played in the film by Paul Walker. Players could dive into the game to shoot it out with bad guys, drive fast cars, and engage in sexual activities. After a few raised eyebrows in the mainstream media, New Line removed the game.

Just a little hiccup for New Line, but one that is emblematic of a debate that is still going on among Webby types: As traditional media interact with new media and vice versa, whose values will infect whom? Will old media, Good Book in hand, lift up the Web rabble with the promise of Bedrock Standards and High Production Values? Or when the drawbridge is lowered just a little bit, will the masses simply storm the castle and repaint it electric blue and pink?

Hey there, Lonelygirl

The most riveting entertainment story of the year was neither the Mel Gibson nor Tom Cruise flameouts, or the Tom Freston firing, but the mystery of a (supposedly) teenage girl sitting in her bedroom, telling tales into her Webcam of her precocious (if uneventful) home-schooled life. Was lonelygirl15 in danger — and was she even for real? The off-camera mystery of who and where she was inspired an army of investigators.

As it turned out, the series was a fictional invention of two aspiring filmmakers. The revelation made its way to the pages and screens of every major news organization, making it a phenom more discussed than your average $200 million production.

The “Macaca” heard ’round the world

At the beginning of 2006, Sen. George Allen, R-Va., was a shoo-in for reelection, and on the way to a glorious presidential campaign. Well, one video posted on YouTube later (in which the senator refers to S.R. Sidarth, a volunteer for his opponent, as “Macaca, or whatever his name is”) and soon-to-be-ex-Sen. Allen is packing his office and weighing offers from K Street lobbying companies.

100 million MySpace profiles

In August, MySpace, the Fox-owned virtual social networking site, posted its 100 millionth profile. Rather than making waves in the real world, MySpace appears to be swallowing the real world. In the past year, it was estimated that 5 percent of all U.S. Web traffic took place on the site. An entire bar association seems to be forming to adjudicate the legal issues raised there (the court hearings will not, however, actually occur on the site). Criminals committing every manner of real-world crime — including obvious ones, such as identity theft, but also plenty of less likely ones, even murder — have followed a path somewhere through the site. The career of comedian Dane Cook, arguably the biggest star to America’s college-age audiences, rose from a following completely constructed on the site.

Detractors bemoan the site’s technical troubles and worry about pedophiles on the loose there — just like in the real world — but for now, it’s MySpace’s world to lose.

Fizz and buzz

In the dead of last winter, two theater directors in the dead of Maine had an idea: harness, on a grand scale, the explosion produced when a Mentos mint is dropped in a Diet Coke bottle. After months of tinkering, the pair released a video on their site ( It was a synchronized ballet of exploding beverage that within days was forwarded to every corner of the globe and back again, earning the team $35,000 in ad dollars and demonstrating the Web’s power to create stars from the obscurest of origins.

The “firecrotch” crowd

This year celeb-centric sites (Defamer, Perez Hilton, TMZ, et al.) came into their own. As a stream of journalism dedicated to pushing the limits of shamelessness, flexible in their very standards of what constitutes a celebrity and determined to break news about the darkest corners of celebdom, these new blogs were another Internet beast demanding ever-bloodier meat. On cue enters Paris Hilton and her revolving universe of Paris-ites to supply a constant stream of public catfights and shock the bourgeoisie with displays of gratuitousness. When Paris’ sex tape(s) went public, the Web was there to spread the word. When Paris-ite Brandon Davis unleashed his spectacular “firecrotch” ranting against Lindsay Lohan, it was seen on And finally, when fallen pop princess Britney Spears rewarded faithful paparazzi with an intimate look under her skirt, the pictures were posted, without redaction, on every celeb blog on Earth.

“Lazy Sunday”

After being posted on YouTube, SNL’s faux rap video, in which cast members Chris Parnell and Andy Samberg rap nerdily about a day spent eating cupcakes and going to the movies, became more talked about than any of the show’s sketches had been for years. NBC ultimately asked YouTube to take down the copied versions, but not before the genie of quickie online comedy bits had been unleashed.

Mark Foley

And, just maybe, the fall of the GOP Congress. Let us not forget: It all began on Instant Messenger

The worst

This was also the year that many big media companies tried to go halfway down the Web road. Half-hearted old-media blogs, ham-fisted promotional partnerships, real-life product launches on Second Life — all flourished this year. Most were met with the predictable indifference that signals their irrelevance. Some, however, such as CBS’ recent attempt in partnership with YouTube to hide user comments — the founding cornerstone of interactivity — on the pages where CBS videos appear, have earned the small victory of inspiring the Net’s active scorn.