Come in, close the floating glass door behind you and take a seat on the purple mitt chair. Laugh and high-five me as I tell you this: After a period of exponential growth from a single formica table into the hall of mirrors you find before you, the company has to rightsize. Ha ha ha! Show me those veneers—all that stands between this conversation and the rest of the office is a suspended glass cube and fourteen narwhal decals.

The entire ROFL team is being cut, but that information is embargoed until tomorrow. We can’t have any ZOMGs out of the staff, and won’t have their commenting privileges disabled until midnight. We don’t intend to let a single downvote loose. I need you to wait until after the Thursday night luau, then quietly tape up the handles of the fußball table, turn off the M&M fountain, and put out the electric tiki torches. By morning, we’re going to be a subsidiary.

McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: The Start-Up Ride Stops Here.

marissamayr:

We promise not to screw it up.  Tumblr is incredibly special and has a great thing going.  We will operate Tumblr independently.  David Karp will remain CEO. 

More flickr, less geocities, with any luck.

Yahoo don’t have a great track record, and it took a massive nosedive to pull out of before they left flickr the fuck alone…

… I hope they’ve learnt.

So, I wear glasses, because otherwise the world is a series of differently coloured blurry things, none of which have words on them.

I have, for the last decade or so, bought Green shampoo and Blue conditioner, currently H&S Menthol Shampoo and H&S Normal Conditioner. Flavour is not something I value in a shampoo, but being green is, because then I can tell that the green blur is the shampoo, and the blue one is the conditioner.

So I can only assume I was attempting to break my brain when I bought blue shampoo and green conditioner. Fortunatly I noticed when the words came into focus, and picked up the right one.

“Hah”, I thought, as I shampooed my hair, “I shall make some kind of amusing blog post about this, about how I do the blue thing and the green thing and how I very nearly got them the wrong way around!”

And then I picked up the conditioner and applied that.

And realised that this was not menthol.

And had, in fact, automatically picked up the blue bottle of conditioner.

Which did not

currently

exist.

The statue is tiny, I doubt that you’d see it 
But it’s no less important for that 
It’s an insect resplendent in tophat and tails 
And inscribed “To Nathanial Gnat” 

He departed this world, umberella well-furled 
When his spats tangled up with some trees 
A strange way to die for a Gnat who could tie 

A cravat with such elegant ease 

Some witnesses said, though he fell on his head, 
He could have been saved by his hat 
But smart to the last, and though falling fast, 
He removed it in case it went flat 

Now thanks to his style and his brave marble smile 
We find when with clothes we’re impressed, 
That we tend to apply (and now you know why) 
The expression ‘he’s nattily dressed’ 

Look at his tile, ain’t it got style? 
Butchers the weasel and stoat 
That’s cockney for hat and his coat and all that 
Which accounts for the smile on his boat 

Now…thanks to his style and his brave marble smile 
We find when with clothes we’re impressed, 
That we tend to apply (and now you know why) 
The expression ‘he’s nattily dressed’ 


(Source: captainbeaky.com)

DOTA 2 is in closed beta.

I have launched it once.

Since then, I’ve got beta invites. I think I’ve given away about ten.

This seems to be encouraging them.

Dota 2 appears to be the software equivalent of tribbles.

  • (I accidentally answer a phone call from my brother instead of silencing it, while in the middle of making love to my girlfriend, who I haven’t told the family about. I brace myself for embarrassment when I talk to him next.)

  • Brother:

    “Did I really hear you—”

  • Me:

    “Yes."

  • Brother:

    “With a girl?”

  • Me:

    *surprised* “Yes.”

  • Brother:

    “Sweet! [Mutual friend] owes me ten bucks.”

  • Me:

    “You bet I had a girlfriend?”

  • Brother:

    “No, he bet you were gay.”

  • (There is an awkward pause.)

  • Me:

    “Give him five back.”

  • (From Not Always Related:

    http://notalwaysrelated.com/what-can-you-bi-for-five-bucks/26227)

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