No means no goddamnit. But not at Apple.
Please stop trying to expand my mind. Maybe it's just me, but every where I turn people are talking about psychedelics like I'm doing something wrong because I haven't tripped balls with a Peruvian Guru. Shaman, sorry, Peruvian fucking shaman.
George Orwell got it slightly wrong. Big Brother is not a totalitarian political dictator, he's the tech nerd trying to "make your life better." We know Facebook and Google make their money selling data about us. There's billions in knowing who you are, who you know, what you do and where you go.
The surgeon looked at me with the kind of disgust one saves for making sure the cockroach is dead before you throw it in the trash. "What do you mean it still hurts?" he said. "You had a leaf tear and I smoothed it all out."
Most of us spend way too much time worrying about it, But at it's root, money is bullshit.
One of the fucked-up things about playing recreational tennis is away matches. You have to drive to some other part of town and play on strange courts. And worse, we can't just walk to the Third World bar to enjoy some popcorn and beer with the resident mice -- we are forced to pick a different bar.
Waiting for my slot to get my knee surgery, the surgeon was killing time and hung out at my bedside for a while.
People have found this Bullshit in some pretty fucked up ways.
Something different. This crazy lady I met on the internet asked if I would write something for her blog. Unlike all the other lifestyle and recipe blogs, she rants and swears with the best of them. Unlike my bullshit, there's a lot more to her stuff than just anger and insults. So, I could only hope to put some bullshit together that would fit on her page. And sadly this is the best I could do. You can read it on her page: http://ccorral.blogspot.com/2019/01/killing-me-with-coffee.html
We regret to inform you that your marketing efforts are failing -- for us. As you may already know, the Bullshit blog has several entries to include the shit Lewis was kind enough to read in his "Rant is Due" tirades.