“If you tweet anything hateful, racist, etc, you’re fined $25 and suspended from Twitter for one day. Upon suspension, an automatic tweet is sent to your followers announcing your suspension, which of course can be retweeted to achieve full shaming effect. If you’re stupid enough to have a second offense, that’s $100 and a one-week suspension from being able to tweet. For the real a-holes who just can’t learn a lesson, a third offense results in a lifetime ban from Twitter, and every possible piece of information — IP address, email, name, etc. is monitored by Twitter to prevent you from signing up again with another name.”—It’s Time to Start Fining Internet Trolls | Seamus Condron | PCMag.com lol r u for real tho
“In the UK, the song was quickly appropriated by Liverpool supporters under then-manager Gérard Houllier. Regular chants of ‘Hou led the reds out’ by Liverpool fans were followed soon after by opposition fans’ chants of ‘Hou had a heart attack’ (a reference to Houllier’s illness in October 2001).”—
“I use to be a technical trainer at a few call centers for both cell phone and TV service and our reps found an interesting way around cancelling services. They would tell the customer on the phone the service was being cancelled and it could take up to 24 hours. They would then write down all the customers info (name, address, password etc.). Then they would close the call without cancelling the service and not note the account of the call. They would then go home and call into customer service while pretending to be the customer and verify the account with all the info they wrote down. They would then request the account be cancelled. This means that the customer was getting their way, but the original rep was putting the cancellation on someone different. We found countless reps that were doing this on everything from downgrades to cancelations. The only things they would do on their accounts was things that added revenue.”—Comcast wont let this customer quit. Even after tons of calls have been recorded for ‘quality assurance’ : offbeat
What must it be like to be one of these fragile birds who leaves food on his plate after a meal? Who doesn’t take twice or thrice as many hors d’oevres as is appropriate?
Whose mind doesn’t churn with brunch calculus, eyeing the plate of the girl puffing her cheeks out in the universal sign for “full.”
"Well if you’re just going to throw it away…"
To approach a meal like a 21st-Century human rather than a starving hyena who may not see food again for weeks, snorfling away as though the turkey burger might be torn from one’s jaws by a rival male.
To not be the first one done. To feel full before it’s uncomfortable.
“So I wrote all the songs and in April or so and then I went to Alabama with my boyfriend and he kinda played drums with me and we sort of fleshed out everything and decided what needed drums, what didn’t need drums, and reworked a lot of the songs I had. And then in October, I guess, we recorded it here at my house with Kyle. And Keith and Kyle are both in Swearin,’ which is my sister’s band, and they sort of, we all kind of, still like Allison is a part of my life and her entire band is an everyday part of my life, so it still felt very comfortable. We recorded it here in my basement and Kyle and Allison and Keith and another roommate of ours Sam all played on it, and it was sort of like…”—