I am shocked to find that I have mixed feelings about this.
Where will the pigeons live now etc etc
"What we know now is that the people with the money and the buildings don’t actually have the slightest idea how an economy—or even a business!—works."
Yeah yeah yeah Miley whatever but nobody remembers real scandal like at the very first VMAs in 1894 (sic) Madonna ROLLED AROUND ON THE STAGE while fully clothed, people couldn’t stop talking about it, in person to each other, which was how you tweeted at the time
"He threw a chair against the wall. “Fucking Eric Schmidt is a fucking pussy!” Ballmer yelled, according to the court document. “I’m going to fucking bury that guy! I have done it before and I will do it again. I’m going to fucking kill Google."
"No one knows exactly how or why Laddy ended up in a tree, but Weeks said it likely is related to his interest in squirrels and fondness for chasing things. Stevenson noted the mature oak tree grew at an angle, giving the dog a good platform for running upward but making for a daunting trip back down."
"I’m so good at hiding my insanity. I wish more writers were. Just STUFF IT DOWN. Yell at your cats. Don’t send the first drafts of your emails to editors. DON’T SUBTWEET. It’s not that hard."
"Channel 4 responded by hiring, as its new marquee chaser, a former reality-show star named Reed Timmer, who drives possibly the most amazing vehicle in the world: a 10,000-pound S.U.V. called the Dominator, which is basically a homemade tank. The Dominator features bulletproof steel and Kevlar, a hydraulic stabilization system, spikes to anchor it during a storm and cannons that launch probes, on parachutes, directly into a tornado. It is designed to withstand a direct hit from a tornado and has done so multiple times."
"The thing that 2008 and 2009 convinced me of, and really that’s what the book is about, is that no employer will ever give a fuck about me. Or really about most anyone! Like, it’s all good until the funding dries up, or the grants dry up, or until a recession comes, or until some stupid asshole rich person has a whim and decides to close up shop. Then you’re out on your ass and what about your commitments, to your friends, spouses, children, parents, cats, rents and stomachs? But the money people don’t care. They don’t have to care! That’s not in the agreements of how we work. So, fine. That’s not an agreement I want to have either then. I think I’m ruined with working for other people now."