Moldbug has spent too many years in the software trenches.
The “Magic Johnson,” or triple-double,
invented by my officemate Mark Fox,
is the monster-edged edge of the map.
Crabs with wings, aneurysms, strokes.But for the last phase of a deliverable!
Blood-brothers branded in our black ulcers,
we will ship this bitch. Then, we’ll quit.
Insolent and lazy, like beaten soldiers,for months and months… who here hasn’t used
his butt as a bed, his right hand as a pillow?
A slow learner, I was thirty and some change
before I ordered my first single espresso.Mencius Moldbug.
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