wrighteous
Wrighteous
wrighteous

You're an idiot. He writes about this stuff for a living. If you don't think Smart Home technology and reviews of those products are worth your time, then get the hell off a technology blog.

Yeah but Franken did it and succeeded despite a back catalog of even more vitriolic material.

There's no way he'd be able to even campaign effectively. Both his primary opponent and his general election opponent have 15 years of easily available ammo to use against him. And that's before they dig into his past which, in all likelihood, includes some things that Stewart would rather never see the light of

"Jon Stewart Should Run For Office!"

As far as breaking up with friends, it depends on how really awful they are. A decade ago, I had a couple of friends who were sisters and complete assholes. They were the types that would "forget" to call you when you'd made plans to go to the bar, or would sing badly over a song because you mentioned you liked

quickest way to get rid of a friend is to loan him money.

Easy, tell her you want to fuck her best friend.

Does this illustration depict a friend you've dropped and can no longer give daps to, or is that supposed to be the ghostly fist of Ol' Honest Abe as he jacks it in solidarity?

Guys don't dump friends, they just fade away. That way, who knows, down the road your interests might converge and you're friends again. It's a very elastic concept.

Same.

Huh, I ran the checked but didn't see anything about 2gb. (Wasn't looking for it, I just ran it because there was a link to it)

I'm with you. I was a journalist for seven years after college. During college I did the prep work by working my way up to editor of the school paper, stringing, and internships. Once I got in the real world — damn that was a revelation, and not a good one. The clincher for me, besides never seeing anyone else besides

advice to young journalists: human life is a ceaseless effort to remain one step ahead of the crushing depression and ennui that stems from the inevitable, horrifying realization that our existence is meaningless, our pretensions to understanding a cruel joke, and our daily work simply a rarely-effective means to

Privilege is more important. I grew up in London, and I've lived in New York for 18 years. I'm white, I'm male, I'm upper-middle class, I even have an accent which makes me sound smarter than I am. If you don't have my advantages in life, it's going to be harder for you than it was for me.

That's why whenever a young journalist comes to me for advice, I only answer, "Plastics."

I have heard that people who write do so because they want other people to appreciate what they write.

This is first guy to turn down sechs.

I'm usually at work by 8, but management doesn't come in until 9, so I tell them I come in at 7. I usually just goof off until noon anyway, so it doesn't really matter.