Small tables scattered the floor and about thirty people all with bags or masks on their head socialized in small cliques. It was like Eyes Wide Shut, but without all the money, prestige, and hot sex. So yeah, I guess it was just people wearing masks, about half of which were of Guy Fawkes.
These terrible trends will continue until the day the zombies eat through our network cables.
Amazon.com is apparently a hidden treasure trove of aspiring comedy writers.
Most of the day was spent debating trivia. What year certain movies came out. Who starred in sitcoms from our childhood. And each dispute ended with 'agree to disagree.'
It's getting weird outside. Bands of shuffling internet junkies roam the streets aimlessly. Wide, sad eyes seeking out any trace of what they have lost. They devour anything they think can provide the fix they crave.
If you've been following the news or if you're one of those unfortunate people who have to work with computers for a living, you'll probably have heard by now that the Internet is running out of space. But not, as you might expect, due to petabytes of pornographic images of fatties. No, it's actually running out of IP addresses ...
When the great crash happened it was nothing like we feared. There was no panic. No tears. Mostly there were just slammed fists and swearing. The internet was down, and hitting refresh didn't work.
Four more satirists who had to take crap from people who quite simply missed the point.
A few weeks ago Google unveiled a prototype of a new Chrome based netbook to the world. Truly a computer for the Internet age, several interesting design choices were made with this netbook, including the decision to remove the Caps Lock key.
I became a junior member of the rice rocket club and I'm dealing with my guilt by pointing out much more ridiculous rice rockets in a desperate bid to prove I'm still cool.
>Earlier this week it was announced that, for the first time ever, the iPhone would be supported by a network other than AT&T - specifically Verizon.