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Nokia … I am disappoint

nokia-disappointDell customer service, this is Pancheco speaking, how can I help you today?

Hola, Dell CU, how ya goin’ today? All right, I’ll cut the niceties short and just ask … where the fuck is my phone?

Okay, I’d be happy to help you with that. Actually, could you please elaborate for me?

Sure thing, carnal. I placed a pre-order for the Nokia N900 on November 5th and I was told on the 11th that they would be shipping, yet my status still says it hasn’t been shipped and I should expect it by 12/10.

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LinkedIn corrections

I regret any confusion that may have been caused by inaccuracies in my LinkedIn professional profile.

There a few particular misrepresentations I’d like to clear the air about.

  • The role of “Senior VP-Patriotism & Getting Things Done” does not exist at my current place of employment, nor was I promoted to it.
  • I was not responsible for an integrated tourism campaign for King of Prussia, Pennsylvania. To my knowledge, “King of Prussia: Where you’re the king of King of Prussia” is not the official motto of King of Prussia.
  • The late Charles Bronson of Death Wish movies was not a colleague of mine at any time, before or after his passing in 2003.
  • I did not deliver the keynote speech at this summer’s “Emergenting of The New Medias” conference. The conference itself, and the town of 2.0, Utah, in which it was purportedly held, are fictitious.
  • Although I was briefly employed in a sales capacity with Time Warner Cable, my efforts in that position did not result in a 20% decrease in meteors.

Thank you. I look forward to further discussing opportunities with your company.

The golden age of mediocre superheroes is at hand

From the AP:

A man was ordering food when he was approached by another man who called him a zombie, then hit him in the eye. When the victim tried to call police on his cell phone, the man punched him again, breaking his nose.

The man then ran out a back door.

Residents of Iowa City, fear not the zombies in your midst. Well, fear them after they recover from being punched. But while the punch is in mid-swing, and for maybe four seconds subsequently, fear them not, for your fair city’s very own mediocre superhero has arrived. Sleep ambivalently under the Zombie Puncher’s ineffectual care, Iowans!

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