I’m going to tell you about a thing I love, and why you’ll probably never like it as much as I do. Read more…
One day, in the more-recent-past-than-I-care-to-admit, I found myself selling internet door-to-door. Read more…
The internet sure is full of stuff, right? There is a cornucopia of sites out there, each holding a metric fuckton of content, crafted lovingly and enthusiastically by young artists desperate to earn a living doing what they love. The internet seems like the way to do that, doesn’t it? After all, it’s impossible for anyone to hear about you without it; therefore the more you’re on it the better. Right?
Bullsh. Read more…
I don’t know much about Zach Braff but I do know that he is the world’s most boring auteur.
We define ourselves by the things we believe and the battles we fight in their name. Read more…
It may surprise you to learn, Samantha, that most people don’t actually need you to tell them they ought to be thinner. Read more…
As many of you already know, I once worked in recruitment. This means I spent all day, every day surrounded by hundreds of CVs. When I say “your CV was my coaster”, I am absolutely not exaggerating. Your CV was not only my coaster, but also what I used to wipe the butter off my Pret knife, and what I used to fan the crumbs off my skirt after I finished eating. Your CV was the thing I drew penises on when I was bored. Read more…