Posts Tagged ‘humour’
I advised The Internet is a Playground to a close friend, and he thought it was brilliant. I also think David Thorne is hilarious and have read most of the posts, if not all, on 27b/6. Which is why I thought I would love this book, I was sadly mistaken. Thorne is brilliant, and although his anecdotes and mail exchanges are hysterical the first time and amusing the next many loose a lot in the retelling. There are some obvious exceptions to this, but I was saddened by the lack of much new material.
Thorne manages to turn most of his personal attacks on people in to humorous anecdotes, turning round the impositions people put on him against the person. Whether it is making graphics, a poster for a missing cat or selling him a pair of bad gloves. Even attacks on him for being petty, bigoted or lazy are turned round against the attackers showing that their attacks stem from their own interpretation. I’d even go so far as to say that their dislike of Thorne stems from a dislike of aspects of themselves.
I would certainly recommend this book to somebody who has not read the posts on his website. I must say that while reading the book my girlfriend asked me to stop laughing multiple times, and left the house. I think she’s jealous of my relationship with David Thorne.
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Over 2887.350465 megabytes (and counting) of free storage so you’ll never need to delete another message.
On that day I was surprises when people trying to mail me suddenly started getting:
Remote host said: 552 5.2.2 User over quota m24si4251221waf [RCPT_TO]
It naturally annoyed me that I was not warned that I was outgrowing my mailbox.
Today I’m absolutely and unequivocally over the quota once allocated to me:
And it doubt that I shall reaching that limit any time soon, although I am still unwilling to subscribe to high volume the current count reads:
Over 7460.019087 megabytes (and counting) of free storage.[*]
I’m also glad to see that they removed the obvious lie:
“[…] so you’ll never need to delete another message.“
- GMail frontpage (only visible when logged out)
- This is obviously an average, or so I assume.
So I meet somebody nice have lots of fun at a festival in Turkey, and all that time he’s a popstar. A real live popstar. Off all the things you could be! WARNING: Shameless plug: The band is called Githead, the music is quite nice to listen to. I’m not going to tell you who I know otherwise I’ll just get lots of groupies hassling me because they want him for his body.
If he thinks I’m going to treat him different now that I know, he can forget it. (Now to find out if I can get a free CD.)
Originally posted here.