I hate you
There's a reason I don't go to MySpace. I hate your music. And your stupid MySpace page plays it without asking. There's only one thing I hate more than casually browsing to a page and being accosted by a Pharrel song. And that's casually walking down the supermarket aisle and being accosted by a Pharrel song. I mean, on the Web, I can navigate to a better place, like Zombo.com, but in real life, I've got to suck it up and keep walking towards the mayonnaise, while you stand there, refusing to answer your stupid phone.
I'm not usually a big fan of XKCD, what with the constant whining about girls and people who don't understand database structures. But this is finally an XKCD I can get behind.



1 Trash-Talkers:
Hey... *my* phone makes an old timey ringing sound. I take some flak for it at work, but our generation was the last to have that genuine bell ring burned into our brains. I can ignore any ringtone for a substantial period of time, but I cannot let a real ringing phone noise go on.
Also, leave XKCD alone. You would understand how important parity technological knowledge was in a relationship... if you had technological knowledge.
Also, databases are just as awesome and exciting as games.
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