fragments
May 2010
Clients From Hell: The Forbidden Fruit →
clientsfromhell.net
Client: Hey, just one final question before I send the deposit. Do you use a PC or a MAC?
Me: I use a MAC.
Client: That is a problem. Do you have access to a PC? I am not a supporter of Apple products.
Me: No, I don’t have access to a PC, but this will have little to no effect on the work…
I’m sure hell will be fun, with all of those pedophile priests and crap.
Now I know they are just fictional characters, but
I just saw someone defending Finn saying that he didn’t deserve the lecture from Burt. Excuse me, but YES HE FUCKING DID.
There is no excuse for using the f word and there was no way to explain his way out of that. He was being homophobic and he should have been called out. Big time. And Burt did. Hallelujah. If only all parents were like that.
Also, I would like to wipe that stupid look off Finn’s face. He always looks completely dumbfounded. Like dude, wake the fuck up and pay attention.
THIS 100 MILLION!
It’s a shame that this person, whoever they are, doesn’t understand that saying “this couch is faggy” is hate speech. You wouldn’t dare say to someone “don’t be such a nigger,” would you? So why is “fag” okay?
Children 'more likely to own a mobile phone than a book' →
telegraph.co.uk
(via unburyingthelead)
There is no reason for a child under 16 to have their own cell phone. It’s called pay phones, it’s called being with an adult, it’s called if you have any question in your child’s safety or trust, grow a pair and solve that issue instead of handing them a little piece of brain cancer-causing plastic as a cop-out solution.
Kids are so freakin’ spoiled. I got my first job only two weeks after turning 15 because my parents didn’t believe in allowance, and I had to put at least half of every paycheck into savings. I got my first cell phone a few months after I turned 18, on a prepay plan, because my parents believed that I needed to be self-sufficient for such things. And you know what? I can appreciate things a lot better than the ungrateful, spoiled little ‘tweens I see running around the Mall of America on mommy and daddy’s dime.
