"Do you think I'm rich? Hmph! I barely have enough to clear the month! Also, look at those cute little designer towels I bought in preparation for my two-week trip to Paris!"
Challenges faced during the creation of this server, No. 7: Keeping my hands from shaking after having repaired the system after an emergency distribution upgrade in response to a discovery of yet another arbitrary code execution vulnerability.
There's a crowding at the corner; Everybody wants to see what is it that everybody so wants to see.
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it piss off any "liberals" by trying to make a sound?
"Waiter! Serve my guests the most expensive thing you have. And the other most expensive thing too. No excess is excessive!"
Every time i get a "new message in inbox" notification, my heart skips a beat. With this kind of social anxiety, i probably shouldn't be engaging in anything community-related.
There is an uncanny resemblance between insurance and backups. Both seem like an irksome waste of resources — until, suddenly, THEY DON'T.
"Why do people keep whining about houses and cars being expensive? I'm a billionaire, and I never experienced any such problems!"
There is no such problem that cannot be solved through the timely application of a sufficient amount of brute force.
"I'm not sure i need to be taking part in this argument. There is no need for me to prove anything; If i'm right, then eventually it will become apparent. If i'm wrong, then eventually it will become apparent as well."
"I tell you, it will be a miracle if we find a free parking place here at this hour- oh, hey, here's one. Are you a witch, woman?" — "Fairy. For the last time, I'm a FAIRY!"
"Hey, sweety, can i have your kick scooter for a second? Mommy wants to see me go down the hill and fall on my face. Thanks!" (rolls down and falls) "Not a very satisfying fall... I'll try again tomorrow."
"This site contains absolutely no ads. If you see any, someone is scamming you."
"What time is it, why am i sleepy like it's late night, when it's only... Oh. Right."
There aren't many people in the world, who i'd be happy to see disappear without a trace... But there are. And, therein lies the tragedy.
The capacity for criminal thinking is only useful when absolutely no one has any clue you have got any.
My day job: a daily nine-hour strength and endurance workout, for which i also get paid. Admittedly, i could do without. Well, maybe not.