Americans are trying to make #Shamrocking a “thing”.
Hey America? Fuck you.
Also, while we’re on the subject, the first one of you sons of bitches to call it “St. Patty’s Day” is getting punched in the dick.
3 shell scripts to improve your writing, or "My Ph.D. advisor rewrote himself in bash." »
I think a large part of my secret desire to become a writer is just so I can rock a load of LaTeX and use a Makefile – a fucking Makefile – on my writing.
Banksy on Advertising
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.
Pristine Convenience
“I fantasize about a massive, pristine convenience. Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble, a seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel Number 5, and a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll. But under the circumstances I’ll settle for anywhere.”
