October 2010
33 posts
Google founders wanted to hire Steve Jobs as... →
Has somebody been reading my old Penthouse Forum letters?
Observed
She moves the food around on her plate. “She’ll never get into Stanford with these scores.”
“Maybe Wesleyan?” he offers.
“Maybe Ohio Wesleyan,” she hisses into her cucumber water.
If the hypothetical Gilmore Girls movie gets pushed back any further it’s going to have to open with Miss Patty’s funeral after she gets crushed trying to have sex with a horse.
C: I think it's gonna rain tonight for the second game of the World Series.
R: I hear words but I don't know what they mean.
If my teens were about being audacious and my twenties were about being personable, I think my thirties will be about being gracious.
“Be about being,” heh. Mantra, maybe.
Questions for Melinda Gates →
What if one of your children says, “Mom, I have to have an iPod?”
I have gotten that argument—“You may have a Zune.”
For some reason I envisage this conversation occurring amidst the period trappings of a Merchant Ivory film—A Room with a Zune.
“It isn’t proper for a young lady to have an iPod without a chaperone,” Maggie Smith informs Helena Bonham Carter. “You may...
Some days I wish Mobile Safari’s keyboard had a .tumblr button the way it has a .com button and the way my old graphing calculator had a .blogspot button.
Notes of interest from Apple's Q4 2010 conference... →
Jobs was asked by Gene Munster of Piper Jaffray about Adobe Flash. The CEO quipped back: “Flash memory? We love flash memory.”
Heh.
C: My iPhone screen is discolored in this one corner.
R: It has that thing Microsoft Jackson had on his penis. It has vitiligo. I mean Michael—Michael Jackson.
C: What kind of fucking Freudian slip was that?
C: I totally have drunk-old-man hiccups.
R: You have blow-job hiccups.
In my version of Inception, I would casually remark to someone that their eyes point in slightly different directions but it’s barely noticeable.
Some days “I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser Gate” is the most romantic line of dialog in all filmdom. Today is one of those days.
Whenever there’s chatter about the cinematic legacy of movies set at Harvard, Alek Keshishian compulsively reloads IMDb’s MOVIEmeter, waiting for the honorable mention that With Honors will never receive.
Duplicate tweets
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I’m not a big believer in shame. That’s not the same thing as being shameless but I try to be selective about what brings me down, what I allow to challenge my self-worth.
But that span of like five minutes where some dumb thing I tweeted got...
M: Anyway, he got depressed and ended up transferring to Skidmore—and while he was at Skidmore—
R: You only get to say "Skidmore" one more time during this entire conversation. Just keep that in mind.
R____ and I have reached that point in our drunkenness where we’re shouting “Toaster Strudel” at each other.
The Billionaire and the Book Lover →
In May, Burkle filed a lawsuit in Delaware accusing Riggio of using Barnes & Noble as a “personal piggy bank” and seeking to void the poison-pill measure. During the a trial in July, Riggio sat with arms crossed, glowering as Burkle’s attorneys tried to paint him as a self-interested tyrant. They played a snippet of a taped deposition, in which the company founder said the poison pill “was...
“The first known ball pit was installed in 1972 at the Children’s Village...”
– The most unintentionally hilarious thing I’ve read today.
Sometimes you open an umbrella and hope it rains.
