





It’s about rich kids playing tennis. I will not be taking questions. Now go to bed, for your own good.
Be careful. You might have to marry her to get your hoodie back.


Woosh
“Can’t we get Mongolian BBQ?”
“We have Mongolian BBQ at home.”
“It puts the lotion on it’s skin…”
Slonkin fat doinks?
I believe that’s the original depiction of Thing.
Before this month, I had no idea there were so many Christmas-themed Addams Family comics!
My parents used cinnamon toothpaste. Vile stuff.
Look at Mr. System 6 over here! I grew up on System 7 myself.
I bet you were transferring all your files over the internet encoded in BinHex format, eh?
I was adding a second drive to a Windows desktop the other day and was tempted to assign it A:. I just couldn’t do it, though. It felt like I was violating some unspoken rule.


I wonder how the valuation is calculated. I assume there is some estimated “brand value” on top of each team’s hard assets.
Got a little rust on there. Should have gotten the Trucoat.

Product R&D engineer here. I have a product manager who only knows how to give one piece of feedback: make it smaller and slimmer. What requirement is driving this? Can’t say. What user need are we trying to address? No idea. But smaller=better for some reason.


That sounds maddening! Best of luck keeping your head above water.


Nothing ever just works. You must make it work, and keep it working. If you aren’t making it work yourself, then someone else is doing that for you.