Filed under: Uncategorized
Ohhhhhhh thank you Boing Boing. Thank you thank you thank you. You have given me sweet, sweet justification for looking down upon those pathetic little wastrels using–gasp–Hotmail:
A guy, who works in the department of a Human Resources consultancy company, says they made a selection process in which, among other things, they asked for a person with ample experience in using the internet (navigation, searches, formats…).
They received 50 candidacies, from which 30 came from Hotmail-directions, all of them erased as they entered.
The reason: You can’t pretend being an internet expert and use a Hotmail account at the same time.
The lingering pangs of guilt from all those times I saw a @hotmail.com address and nearly threw up in my mouth…gone! Always comforting to have respected nerd blogs giving you license to practice l33t elitism.
Filed under: NYC
3 weeks! Unbelievable, I know. I’ll never comprehend how the earth manages to spin on its axis without my contributions to the blogorgy–you know, a couple musty old links and bad jokes born out of sexual frustration. Nevertheless, I push on in the interests of self-flagellation, seeing as how writing blog posts is proving to be akin to getting swatted with a bamboo cane across my ass. After laying naked in the Arizona sun for two days, that is.
There has actually been a surplus of things to blog about–Spring Training, the wonder that is California, moving across town, sexy bloggers–but true to form, I’m going to delve into the trivial and insignificant. Like the bassist for the the New Violators, a 5-piece from Norway who have decided to bring back the spirit of The Fixx and numerous other shitty 80s synth-pop bands:
This dude looks like he got lost on the way a Journey video shoot. Am I right?
You can’t let a sight like this go without documenting it for posterity, which is why I will once again praise the technology gods for granting us tiny cameras on our phones. This guy’s pants are so tight you can practically read his DNA; I can’t even conceive of how he can wedge his legs into them, outside of getting them sewn around his legs and just never taking them off, EVER. And wearing the blazer kills me; maybe he got dressed, was checking himself out in the mirror and just thought, “I need to OWN this look…this is the 21st century now, we’ve got to class things up a bit.”
No one tells you that living in NYC and going to a fair number of concerts is akin to enrolling in a sociological study of the Early 21st Century Hipster Douche, but maybe that’s one of those things that should be self-evident. More to come as events warrant.
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The odds say you do not read the offbeat web comic Achewood. The odds also say you are a terrible person, who desperately needs to acquire an aura of hipper-than-thou coolness and a better haircut. [Hate to tell you, but that shit you got now is whack, yo.]
Anyway: Read this strip from last week, then try to tell me Philippe the Otter isn’t smarter than all of us. I know I’m not.
