This is my favorite part of the old web.

You don’t even need to leave .world, you can subscribe to communities on other instances.

I’m going to assume that Women was supposed to be in Italics.

My shoelace getting caught in an Escalator.

“Why should we pay for another server one works just fine, a second would just be waisted money.”

Also

“We need 9 9s of reliability or the company will fail.”

It’s not just about me and my dream of doing nothing. It’s about all of us. I don’t know what happened to me at that hypnotherapist and, I don’t know, maybe it was just shock and it’s wearing off now, but when I saw that fat man keel over and die - Michael, we don’t have a lot of time on this earth! We weren’t meant to spend it this way. Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements.