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Whether he's issuing bulletins that could help or hurt Hollywood power brokers, Drudge loves his work. "I don't need a printing press," says the Net-head, who works out of his small Hollywood apartment equipped with three beat-up IBM clones. "I have instant, unedited communication with 50,000 people every day. It's just me and my conscience."

Knowles' conscience kicked in recently when he learned that the male half of a superstar movie couple had dumped the woman the morning of the Oscars. He got the tip from sources on a set but didn't run it because he doesn't like "overtly negative news. I don't care who [the star] is sleeping with. I care about what's happening with the movie she's working on."

For his part, Drudge says, "I don't do bedroom. I don't do booze. That's the stuff that gets you sued." He has, however, begun to branch out into political reporting; one recent item was a lengthy look into Congress' plans to investigate Attorney General Janet Reno in light of the Democratic fund-raising scandal. "We're going to make her life hell," one Republican source told the Drudge Report. "The steak knives are out."

The steak knives — along with soup spoons and dessert plates — will be out for Drudge, who was invited to the prestigious White House Correspondents Dinner as a member of the working press. "All this blows my mind," says Drudge. "I have the Oval Office and network presidents E-mailing me. I never even went to college. I got bad grades in high school. Now I'm going to dinner in Washington."

Would St. Francis Desales be proud? Or choke?

Originally posted May 02, 1997 Published in issue #377 May 02, 1997 Order article reprints

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