"Then, they say, they contacted Comcast’s original technical contact at his home number to tell him what they’d done.
When the Comcast manager scoffed at their claim and hung up on them, 18-year-old EBK decided to take the more drastic measure of redirecting the site’s traffic to servers under their control. (Comcast would neither confirm nor deny the warning phone call.)
'If he wasn't such a prick, he could have avoided all of that,' says EBK. 'I wasn't even really thinking. Plus, I'm just so mad at Comcast. I'm tired of their shitty service.'”
An old favorite. I don’t think I’ve ever linked it here before.
"Our sink is blue and we’re not talking about it. It happened over a week ago; I was leaning over the sink, brushing my teeth, when I noticed that there was a sort of lazuline patina that had seeped over most of the surface. Margret hasn’t mentioned anything about this. Why she hasn’t is that she’s obviously tried to clean the sink with, well, I don’t know, some fluid used for stripping entrenched cerriped colonies from the hulls of submarines or something (they were probably offering three bottles of the stuff for the price of two at Aldi). She is waiting for me to mention it. But I am a wily fox, and will be doing nothing of the sort. I’m no wet-behind-the-ears, naive youth anymore, not by a looooong way, and I can perfectly see the spiked pit the seemingly innocent words, ‘Did you know the sink’s blue’ are covering. It would go - precisely - like this: Me: Did you know the sink’s blue? Margret: Yes. I did. I used a jungle exfoliant produced by the Taiwanese military to clean it, and it discoloured the surface. Me: Oooooooo. K. Margret: Well maybe, just maybe, if you cleaned the sink once in a while… You see what she did there? Now I’m facing a whole day of ‘When did you last…?’ Well, not this canny fellow - not this time, my friends. Our sink is blue and we’re not talking about it.”
“Let me make a generalized statement about a trend I see in the U.S. Congress that I find disturbing, that applies not only with respect to the Iranian situation but a number of others as well. I think we Americans sometimes make mistakes … There seems to be an assumption that somehow we know what’s best for everybody else and that we are going to use our economic clout to get everybody else to live the way we would like.”—
I know, it’s hard to believe he said those words. But he did, according to this article. (I don’t see a bibilography, so please do not take this as gospel.)
I know it’s better for the environment to drive a car like this, but I wish it looked a little less ridiculous. I see a guy drive one of these to one of the other businesses near me, and I feel it kind of emasculates him. On the other hand, he must be pretty secure with himself to drive a go-cart around in public.
To recap: 60 Minutes ran a piece saying that millenials (those born from 1980-1995) are lazy little pricks who put their yoga classes above work, among other things. This has caused a fervor online among individuals born, coincidentally, from 1980-1995.
I shall summarize my opinion, as usual, in easy-to-digest bullet point form:
If you’re a millenial and offended by the video, try to hide your true emotions. Whining about a program on 60 Minutes — a show you and I both never watched until this crisis arose — just makes you look like the coddled little bitches they’re saying you are.
It would have been a much better piece if they had a dude who evoked Mr. Burns yell “Fuck Mister Rogers” into the camera at some point.
Coming up with a few adjectives to describe 80-million people who happen to be born between 1980 to 1995 is like saying the entire population of Germany is into freaky sex acts. Ridiculous, so don’t worry about it.
For serious, 60 Minutes knows how to get people to watch their shit.