If you need to appear on an internet list to know whether you're someone's friend, you may have problems a computer can't solve.

Thing is: the internet's made of IP addresses, opinions, and assholes. It's what's there. That's the basic equipment.

My narrative is that I've never known what's coming next-I still don't. I fell down the right set of stairs and have been surrounded by people who have picked me up and said, “Let's try this again.” It's been one anxious block of uncertainty after another.

Typing in all lowercase is popular among young people, SMS users, and anyone who feels literacy has become too time-consuming.

Stop. I’m not going to take any more input until I’ve made something with what I got.

People with tiny glasses and costly shoes can always find a couple of hours to explain how you did it all wrong.

Everything takes more time than you thought, everything costs more money than you thought, and almost everything turns out not quite as cool as you expected.