I’m not sure I even noticed how many times it was repeated in the commercials at first. I know I didn’t think of it as a tag line. Yet now I find that it’s the precise phrase I not only say to others, but think to myself.
First, there’s no way to save a list of people on the FlightControl thing, and I’m not gonna search for everyone each time.
Second, there are people who have landed over 2000 planes in one game? That’s gotta be some wacky bullshit.
I discount those scores. There’s a way to cheat that makes the game easy, but I’m not saying how. Let’s just say it looks like they only tested it on iPod touches. I tried it and it got boring way before I got close to my high score.
GUYS. I HAVE NO IDEA WHO HEIDI AND SPENCER ARE BUT PEOPLE KEEP TALKING ABOUT THEM AND POSTING PICTURES OF THEM AND I FEEL LIKE I'M OUT OF THE POP CULTURE LOOP, WHICH MIGHT BE A GODO THING HERE. BUT REALLY, WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHERE DID THEY COME FROM? THEY FRIGHTEN ME.
Heidi interrupted the Jets/Raiders game in 1968. Spencer makes wacky gifts. You can find them in your favorite mega-mall.
This has all happened before and it will all happen again.
Every online community goes through the same thing.
People show up, people leave. People get followed/unfollowed/blocked/banned. New people don’t get it and fade out. New people get it and shine.
People explain how things should work. People agree and disagree. People change their posting style or frequency or name. People get butthurt. People rally behind something.
The landlord remodels the place and people complain for a while, then get over it.
People post funny things. People post insightful things. People post pretty things. People try too hard. People post things that make you go WTF? People find a cool new thing and everybody riffs on it for a while.
Real life happens and crosses over. Good stuff happens and we say “yay!” Bad stuff happens and we say “sorry.” People meet for real and make real friends.
// Dear maintainer:
// Once you are done trying to 'optimize' this routine,
// and have realized what a terrible mistake that was,
// please increment the following counter as a warning
// to the next guy:
// total_hours_wasted_here = 16
I don’t have any children (and won’t). I have a hard enough time making sure my cat and dog don’t run up huge Pay-Per-View porn bills or complete that doomsday device they’ve been working on in the basement.
But you know what? To every single one of you who raised or is raising a child: you are my fucking heroes. And you are all doing it right.
That is all.
I could have written this exact same thing. But with not as eloquent wordiage. What he said.