re: #105 Charles Johnson
Weak.
From margotdarby(dot)com:
This one is… I can’t even.
And this:
The developers were mostly slobs, dressed in hoodies and sneakers that should have gone to Goodwill ten years ago. Six Caucasian and two Chinese developers huddled together (side-by-side, back-to-back) between the first pair of counters. Farther back, behind a partition, was Stinky-winky Land. You had East Indians, Pakistanis, and one very raffish, Jewish concert musician and composer […] I thanked my lucky stars that I worked down in Editorial, among normal, hygienic people in ample offices and wide cubicles; where the carpets were clean and plants got watered and mouse turds didn’t tumble from the ceiling. My daily nightmare was that someday, somehow, I might be exiled to the 11th floor, to work amongst this crowd. The likelihood of this seemed remote, up until the very day that I was exiled there. […]
The post above is accompanied by photos like this, and even worse, this.
Oh, and Twitter. The second tweet the @margotdarby timeline:
There’s more, but I got disgusted and stopped looking.