“it don’t pay to go fishin’ in the company pool” comes to mind, as well as “don’t shit where you eat.”

WHACK!

There’s a moment in A320’s during takeoff when the wings shudder terribly and the vibrations go right through the cabin. Makes me pray every single time, because it reminds of the testing on the A380 where they winch the wings until they snap off. (Thanks, Discovery. I’ll never be able to un-see that.)

The real question, for me, has always been how do you know whether you’re playing against a computer? Ashley Madison knows exactly how much to prod customers with fake invitations from bots to get them to pay for subscriptions...

I remember Halloween when I was a kid...we would all post what treats we had on Google maps, and then the Ubers would all drive around picking up and dropping off goodies...good times!

Still having fun with Target. In the last three weeks:

I just ran this through Google Translate, it came out thus:

Um, are on-one-one meetings anything like 0ne-on-one meetings?

Pray for me, I drive Route 33. (As seen on local bumper stickers circa 1982)

Mars Red, it always looks better in Mars Red.

the 21-year old with a 5-year old was being irresponsible

Absolutely perfect. You have just guaranteed that your fantasy will never take place, in this or any other parallel reality.

Me: “I thought Asix Co had some innovative products. I think we should pursue a partnership with those guys. based on their offerings and expertise.”

This is the tip of the iceberg, and we may never see how deep it actually goes. If a little data on who’s being drafted and started the most can tilt the odds, it means that an automated bot playing an algorithm could bring in reliable revenue streams. Millions of players means that consistent winning bots would be…

I thought we agreed it’s stigmatizing to call bad riders “motards.”

The secret is sincerity. I hear that once you can fake that, you’ve got it made.

The best to eat raw oysters is cooked. The odds of getting a bad one are fairly small, but the consequences are pretty serious. I used to eat them until my brother got racked for 3-4 days while on vacation. I think it’s just the idea that there’s no way to determine by sight, smell, or taste whether any particular one…

Congratulations - thoughtful, and well-written. As an un-official branding geek, a few thoughts:

My first thought also - seen a few too many guys (some with obvious mental issues) trying to surreptitiously record women’s workouts. One guy even told staffers that he needed to record to have evidence to defend himself in a stalker/peeping-tom lawsuit.

Can you guys make up your minds? One day you’re calling Obama a Constitution-shredding dictator, the next day you’re proclaiming how much you love the Russian Constitution-shredding dictator.