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Es fing an als lustiger Contest wider dem schlechten Sex. Es endete mit einem tragikomischen Appell wider der Prostitution. Hut ab, Melville.
Es fing an als lustiger Contest wider dem schlechten Sex. Es endete mit einem tragikomischen Appell wider der Prostitution. Hut ab, Melville.
ghi has made a nice list of things that PR flacks seem to be convinced off.
It contains hilarious things like (random examples)
ghi, you should realize that the sales people of most companies have the same delusions when it comes to talking to possible customers. By now, I’ve developed a routine of snubbing sales people on the phone, so they won’t call me back. Yes, it’s rude, but it gives me some time to do some actual work.
Londoners aren't afraid. Which is a good thing to see. Terrorists try to make statements by doing stupid and horrible stuff. Media then occasionally helps them unwittingly by spreading fear and stress.
This is the right statement: Go and stuff yourself terrorist scum. People won’t be cowered.
Still, my thoughts are with those who lost loved ones. I’m the lucky guy in that I don’t have lost any relatives in London. But still, internet communities have brought some sense of loss to me too: Having to read posts from people who do have lost an old friend is not a good thing to start your day with.
Just a sentiment I wanted to let loose. No pun intended, my bowels are quite secure, alas, I fear my job isn’t.
Today, it was brought to us of the IT department that we’ll get outsourced into another company owned by the same person. To „rescue“ that company, as it has a cash flow problem.
Which means a few things:
So: Crap!