Twitter Updates for 2007-12-28

  • Gods below, I work with absolute morons. #

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Get Off My Planet

Inspired by com­ments on a blog post about the recent leg­is­la­tion to man­date CFL level effi­ciency in light­bulbs by 2012. I’ve decided on a new stock response to the usual whin­ing from peo­ple that con­ser­va­tion and char­ity is too much of an impo­si­tion on them…Fuck you, and get off of my planet.

Twitter Updates for 2007-12-26

  • Back to the office…I shoulda taken more time off. #
  • This place is like a ghost town today. #

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Fuck Google

I missed the ini­tial hul­la­balo sur­round­ing the recent Google Reader fiasco (link goes to the Slashdot dis­cus­sion). But I may as well add my thoughts.


Continue read­ing Fuck Google


Twitter Updates for 2007-12-24

  • time to hunt up some grub #

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Twitter Updates for 2007-12-22

  • Hangovers are a bitch #

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Fuck This Noise

There are some psy­chotic fucks out there in the greater hin­ter­lands of Nerdistan; but the cock-gobbling fuck noz­zle that runs rixstep​.com (I’ll be fucked if I’ll link to this prick) ranks up there with the worst. Flipping a coin; I’ll link to John Welch’s take on it. Fuck you Rick Downes, fuck you.

Twitter Updates for 2007-12-21

  • Working, sur­rounded by morons #
  • 2 more hours until I can start drink­ing myself into obliv­ion. #

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More iPhone Follies

Once again John Welch nails it.

Fortune Doesn’t Get It…and Is 6 Month’s Late to the Gang-Bang.

Jesus Menstruating Christ, the lack­wits at Fortune appar­ently needed to score some site hits; so they whipped up a mind-bogglingly obvi­ous set of “10 rea­sons IT won’t sup­port the iPhone.” For the last time you suit wear­ing mouth breathers…

The iPhone is not being mar­keted to IT!

When Apple gives a shit about sell­ing the iPhone to “enter­prise” they will do what they need to make that happen.

While writ­ing this I noticed that Fake Steve Jobshas opined on this very issue. Namaste, you sweater wear­ing, fic­ti­tious mother fucker. I honor the place where your arro­gance meets my alcoholism.