Only when I hear a fully-qualified medical doctor announce, "Yes, she died of massive heart fail," will I begin to accept the subculturally-enforced shortened form of the word failure.

Until then, file it under 21st century laziness of the worst kind. Along with this:

#dalefarmpikies Making placards reading, "Eff off back to Ireland, you scum ( Read more... )

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At the moment, it's all about implausibly large whiteboards ("But that's a wall of your house! It's just graffiti! Have you got children?"), and arrows of conscience (with boxes of fatigue).

"I didn't know the Scientologists had a church on Tottenham Court Road. Just hurried past in case the stupid rubs off." - John Dixon ( Read more... )

If you've ever seen a dog wearing a textile coat, you'll understand the principle of creating fatuous demand, and someone getting away with it. This, however, goes beyond that obvious level of human gullibility, because it says something sharp about the finite nature of available time, and what it truly means to multitask successfully ( Read more... )