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crowleysfavouritedemon · 7 years ago

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The King’s little secret Chapter 3

Chapters: [1] [2] 3 [4]

Characters: Crowley, Castiel, Sam, Dean, Reader.

Warnings: none.

Words count: 1280

Plot: Reader is in heaven while Team Free Will 2.0 tries to get her back

Tagging: @wholita @charley1979 @gettinjoyful

You woke up in your room in the bunker.

“Weird” you thought. Your last memory was that old church. “Must have been a dream” you whispered to yourself.

You left your room and headed to the kitchen. “Sam? Dean?” you called, but no one answered.

Went to their rooms, but they were completely clear. As if Sam and Dean had never even been there.

You went back to the kitchen, to see if they had left a note, but there was nothing there.

You headed towards the exit, but when you opened the door, you stood there shocked. On the other side of the door you didn’t find the exit, but a motel room.

It was there when you realized that you were in heaven.

Sam and Dean had thought about burning your body, giving you a hunter funeral as you deserved, but Crowley had other plans.

That same night, while Sam and Dean were considering how to continue, Crowley slipped into the bunker to take your body.

The journey to your room seemed endless. The moment he entered your room he found Castiel.

“Please, wings, don’t fight me. I’m tired. I only want her body. I need to do something” Crowley explained before he started talking.

“I know, I won’t” answered Cas. “It was my fault too” he added, looking briefly at the demon and leaving the room.

Crowley didn’t know what to do. For the first time in a long time, he had no idea what had to be done.

He sat down next to your body and looked at you for a long time, waiting for you to wake up and scold him for sneaking into his room at night, although he had never done anything wrong to you. He waited and waited until he began to accept that it wouldn’t happen. That you wouldn’t wake up, that you wouldn’t laugh or breathe. That you wouldn’t look at him again.

He had been a demon for a long time. He had done bad things. And yet, it was the first time he regretted all that. It was the first time he felt that he should have done something else, made other decisions.

He felt lost.

He took your body and carried you to his bedroom. It seemed as if his arms had been made for that, holding you.

He deposited you in his bed and ordered nobody to enter. Then he sat down on the throne, with a glass of Craig, to think of a way to bring you back.

Time passed as he thought. Six long months.

Sam and Dean promised to find a way to bring you back. Cas told them there weren’t any other options. Cas and Dean had a fight, Cas was expelled from the bunker. After five months he returned, repentant, and told them that maybe there was a way. He confessed that he knew where your body was, but the brothers didn’t think it too important. After all, that demon was your father, and if there was someone who surpassed them in chances to bring you back, it was him.

The problem was that in those five months, Crowley hadn’t found anything.

Even in the middle of a war in hell, he searched every book known, questioned each specialist, turned each rock, but the answer still didn’t appear. And you were still dead.

It was when he reached that dead end in his search that he decided to return to the bunker, six months later, ignoring Dean’s threats.

“Hello Boys” Crowley said with sadness, who appeared in the middle of the library.

“Hello Crowley” Sam replied. Dean did not even look at him.

“Have you found anything?” He asked them.

“Not yet. Thanks for the visit. See you later” Dean cut him off abruptly.

“We may have found a way” said Cas, appearing behind Crowley with a book in his hands.

“You found it?” Sam asked.

According to the story that the brothers had told you, while you were in heaven, you didn’t know you were in heaven. But you relive your memories and places where you had felt happy in life.

So your heaven was full of cheap hotels and the bunker.

You were reliving the last Christmas with your family, in which you managed to convince Dean to invite Crowley.

That night was by far your happiest memory. You made Dean put on a Christmas sweater with lights like Cas’s. Sam wore reindeer horns and a red nose, and you put on an elf cap.

“This is stupid” Dean complained, and you glared at him.

“It’s funny to me” commented Cas, earning a rebuke from the hunter.

The demon had refused at first, but at the last moment, he appeared in the room with a smile.

Dean was silent, visibly annoyed.

“I came in peace, only because Y / N asked me to, Squirrel” said Crowley, settling down in one of the chairs.

“C'mon Dean, what’s the matter? You don’t like that a demon is seeing you dressed like that?” Sam taunted, making Dean roll his eyes with a small smile.

“Yeah Dean, don’t be such a wuss” you added on.

When it was time to open the gifts, the boys looked at you, confused and ashamed, since they hadn’t bought you anything. You calmed them down by telling them that in any case, you had just what you wanted.

You gave everyone their gift, and upon reaching Crowley, he looked at you confused.

“I knew you were coming” you said smugly, making him smile.

You had got them all equal chains of silver and iron since you knew that it was more useful than gold in their world.

The night continued with smiles and laughter, and you were just about to fall into the oblivion of sleep when something in your memory changed.

It took a month to find all the ingredients since each of them was harder to find than the previous one.

It was a long month, but eventually, they got everything.

Everything but one.

“I think that’s all” Sam said, adding a strange plant to the mix.

“All but one” muttered Castiel.

“What else do we need?” Dean asked impatiently.

“DNA from her body” he replied.

“Well, Crowley, your turn” Dean said turning to where he was, but Crowley had already disappeared.

“Why the hell did I burn her?” He thought in his room. How stupid he had been.

A month after having your body, and tired of the battles he was fighting, the king, sunk in sadness and anger, set fire to his room, and with it, your body.

It was an act of desperation. An act of despair that now condemned him.

All his life he had needed you without knowing it. And now, so close to having you again, he lost you.

“He hasn’t got the body” Sam realized, quickly understanding the situation.

“Son of a bitch” Dean murmured.

They spent an hour rereading the same books, looking for something to replace the ingredient.

“Here!” Dean said suddenly. “In case of not having DNA from a body, it can be replaced by-”

“By DNA from anyone related to them” ended Crowley, having appeared by Dean. “I know that now” he added, but the older brother was already too close. Dean hit Crowley in the face, making him bleed. Sam and Castiel grabbed Dean and made him walk away.

“You are welcome” Dean said through clenched teeth.

Crowley didn’t comment, he knew it was wrong. Instead, he spat the blood out of his mouth and pulled the small bone out of his pocket, beginning the spell.

“Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters”

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sophiarose1816 · 6 years ago

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Happy Release Day for The Flight Path Less Traveled by Leigh Dreyer

I am tickled to be able to share a special post about this exciting second entry in the Pride of Flight series, a Pride & Prejudice modern continuation story. Blurb:

In this modern Pride and Prejudice continuation and sequel to The Best Laid Flight Plans, 2nd Lieutenant Elizabeth Bennet and Captain William Darcy are facing trials after the events of Elizabeth’s last flight. Darcy’s proposal lingers between them as Elizabeth becomes almost single sighted to her rehabilitation and her return to pilot training. A secret is revealed to Elizabeth about Mr. and Mrs. Bennet’s past that throws all she has known to be true into a tail spin. The romance between our hero and heroine begins to blossom through military separations, sisterly pranks, and miscommunications. Can Darcy and Elizabeth come together or will flying in the Air Force keep them apart?

Let me introduce author, Leigh Dreyer, and her books through a Q&A she is sharing with us.

1. Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

I work as a speech pathologist, currently in the Las Vegas area. I work both in person at a charter middle/high school and a long term acute care facility and doing teletherapy (which I absolutely love) from my home. Yes. I have three jobs plus writing because I apparently enjoy being crazy. I write while my kids take naps, during teletherapy breaks, and at night. I have an incredible husband who is a pilot in the Air Force and two amazing kids. My son is four and my daughter is two. Both my husband and I are children of Air Force pilots which makes for fun family get togethers. Needless to say, I very rarely have to do a lot of plane-related research.

2. Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

Elizabeth Bennet has just gone through tremendous trauma at the end of The Best Laid Flight Plans and now she has to get back up, brush herself off, and push forward. In the original Pride and Prejudice Elizabeth faces a lot of invisible enemies (marriage or lack thereof, the entailment, etc.), but I wanted to see where she would take me when her enemies were very much physical. Would she be strong and fight?

3. Which writers inspire you?

Jane Austen is the obvious answer, but I’m also inspired by so many JAFF authors. People like (in no particular order) Linda Wells, Joy King, Diana J Oaks, Maria Grace, Abigail Reynolds, Jenetta James, Karen Cox, Beau North, Jan Hahn, Elizabeth Ann West, Rose Fairbanks, etc. inspire me to fall more deeply in love with characters I already enjoy. I also love Diana Gabaldon, Neil Gaman, Aled Hossein, Tom Wolfe, William Makepeace Thackeray, Agatha Christie, and CS Forester.

4. What are you working on at the minute?

Book three, Came a Flight Gently and a short story about how Mr. and Mrs. Bennet meet and get married. I’m also working on outlining a time-travel story.

5. What’s it about?

Came a Flight Gently will start where The Flight Path Less Traveled ends and will continue the story in New York and feature the Reno Air Races (National Championship Air Races), the last of the great pylon races.

6. Which actor/actress would you like to see playing the lead character from your most recent book?

When I answered this for The Best Laid Flight Plans, I said maybe David Gandy for Darcy and Katherine McNamara or Lily Collins for Elizabeth. Now, I’m kind of thinking brunette Chris Evans and Gal Gadot or a young Marissa Tomei. I picture a modern Elizabeth as a strong, independent female, but also fun and feisty and never cruel.

7. How much research do you do?

It really depends on the scenes I’m writing. My favorite research to do is everything to do with food. I have spent many the hour figuring out what to for a big event catered by Mrs. Bennet. I like to really think through what each character would be eating and making. Obviously, Mr. Collins likes potatoes and, if you read book 1, you know Darcy does not eat bacon, but what about everyone else? For flight scenes, I write a lot of them on my own then send them to my husband, father, and father in law to be checked for accuracy. Normally this results in a long page of notes from my father to make it sound authentic (apparently I am very bad at writing what the characters might say on the radio when speaking to tower).

8. What made you decide to sit down and actually start something?

After going through The Best Laid Flight Plans I changed the ending because I just wasn’t ready for it to end. I wanted to see what happened next and leave the door open to really learn more about Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, Colonel Fitzwilliam, etc. I needed another book or two or three for the story to end for me.

9. This book is part of a series, tell us a little about it?

The Flight Path Less Traveled is book two in a series of three planned books: The Best Laid Flight Plans, The Flight Path Less Traveled, and Came a Flight Gently. The first book is a P&P variation whose story line closely follows the events of P&P. The next two are original continuations although you will definitely see other favorite Austen characters and events as the story continues. Each book is an altered line from a poem that I find meaningful and that I feel speaks to the tone of book I wanted to write.

10. For your own reading, do you prefer ebooks or traditional paper/hard back books?

I prefer paper books, but I do the vast majority of my reading on kindle or on my phone because they are so easy to drag around with me. I work a lot and am frequently running around with my kids so carrying a paperback isn’t always practical. I do all my reading on my Kindle Paperwhite and have for about five years.

11. What book/s are you reading at present?

Right now I’m reading Rational Creatures edited by Christina Boyd on Kindle and listening to Ghengis Khan and the Making of the Modern World by Jack Weatherford, but ask me in a few days and I’ll be on to something else. I’ve averaged at least five books a month for the last six or seven years.

12. Do you proofread/edit all your own books or do you get someone to do that for you?

I was blessed to work with Christina Boyd of The Quill Ink. Let me tell you, she is amazing to work with and the book is so much better for having had a professional editor. My sister in law is also great about giving me really fantastic feedback as a beta and ARC reader. She is currently working as an editor for some online sources and is amazing.

13. Tell us about the cover/s and how it/they came about.

The photoshoot was done in Utah by Monica Cook, a military spouse, who runs Joyous Reflections Photography and Portraiture, at the Air Force museum at Hill Air Force Base. It was important to me to highlight Elizabeth as a female officer. Females are so rare in the pilot world that I wanted to be able to see Elizabeth as I see her, a strong woman who is willing to work harder than anyone else to achieve what she sees for herself. I made the choice to have the little ringlets and her hair up in a kind of braid Mohawk, because I thought it was a fun throwback to the Regency hairstyles. Of course, after the events at the end of The Best Laid Flight Plans, she is pictured out of a flight suit and in her blues, but I wanted to continue to present that strong image as she fights to recover.

14. Who designed your book cover/s?

My amazing friend Alishia Mattee. She is a military spouse and my next door neighbor when we were stationed together at Hickam Air Force Base and she is so talented.

15. What is your favorite movie and why?

Gone With The Wind. Partly because I am an eighty-five year old woman trapped in a thirty year old’s body (please see my love for all classic film, 1940s jazz and classical music, and other habits like insisting my family eat at the table) I love the costumes, the romance, the huge sets, the language. I love it all. Scarlett is one of my all-time favorite characters. She doesn’t let other people tell her she can’t achieve. She needs to take care of her family, so she does, in whatever way she can. I find her strong, capable head something I would love to emulate, even if she is a little stupid with her heart.

16. What advice would you give to your younger self?

Just do it. Jump in. You can figure it out while you’re doing it, but if you wait until you understand every nuance of a task, years will pass and it still won’t be done.

17. What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Write. Also, edit. I recently had a friend who decided her NaNoWriMo draft was ready for publication. She had not even re-read it. Yikes. I tell every aspiring writer I know to write and then let someone read it and critique it. Critique can be hard to accept, but you’ll only get better.

18. Can we recognize your adopted hometown of Del Rio, Texas in The Flight Path Less Traveled?

Absolutely. Longbourn City is based on my hometown of Del Rio and Meryton Air Force Base is based on Laughlin Air Force Base which is about fifteen minutes out of town. My parents and siblings still live and work there. You see less of Longbourn in this novel, but the place that Aunt Gardiner takes Elizabeth to eat taquitos rancheros is Julio’s on Highway 90. Julio’s is famous for their chips and salsa. Love those things—seriously, they are amazing.

19. What’s the worst job you’ve had?

I worked at a restaurant (which will remain nameless because I signed an “I won’t whine on the internet” clause when I got hired) during grad school in Lubbock and I often refer to it as “the worst job ever.” It was on fourth street in Lubbock, Texas, although that location is now a Chick Fil-A. My manager was crazy and often switched from sickly sweet to horribly insulting. The food was meh at best. I worked there for three months and outlasted eleven employees. That should tell you something about the work environment.

20. Where do you get your ideas?

Well, book two is not just a general pilot training book anymore. You read the basics of Air Force life in The Best Laid Flight Plans, but now Elizabeth isn’t a naïve butter-bar Second Lieutenant anymore. She’s learned and grown. Many of her experiences in the novel are based on my friends and family who have had similar things happen to them and gone through the board process. I’m trying to avoid spoilers in these questions, but let’s just say, the events that occur to her are certainly not out of the ordinary. For Darcy, many of his experiences are based on my growing up with a T-38 instructor. Cross-countries were just part of the gig. My husband is in a staff-type job now, but when he was actively flying, he was gone more than he was home.

I do love interviews for all that I learn about the background for author and books. Thanks so much for sharing with us today, Leigh!

Where can you find Leigh and her book? Flight Path Less Traveled Links

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44427328-the-flight-path-less-traveled?ac=1&from_search=true

US link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PNFN962/ref=x_gr_w_glide_ku?caller=Goodreads&callerLink=https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44427328-the-flight-path-less-traveled?ac=1&from_search=true&tag=x_gr_w_glide_ku-20

UK link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Flight-Path-Less-Traveled-Continuation-ebook/dp/B07PNFN962/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=the+flight+path+less+traveled&qid=1552874830&s=gateway&sr=8-1-spell

The Best Laid Flight Plans Links

US link: https://amzn.to/2IkAWTF

UK link: https://amzn.to/2SfGA9m

Contact Information

Email: [email protected]

Facebook: Leigh Dreyer

Facebook Page: @leighdreyerauthor

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/leighdreyer

Website: http://www.leighdreyer.com/

Social Media Information

Hashtags: #TheFlightPathLessTraveled #LeighDreyer #JAFF #AustenInspired

Before she heads out on tour with The Flight Plath Less Traveled, let me share the blog tour schedule so you can join in with more fabulous posts.

March 19- From Pemberley to Milton

https://frompemberleytomilton.wordpress.com/

March 21/22- My Jane Austen Book Club

March 23- My Love for Jane Austen

March 23- Interests of a Jane Austen Girl

March 25- Austenesque Reviews

March 26- So Little Time

March 27- Diary of an Eccentric

March 28- More Agreeably Engaged

April 3-Half Agony Half Hope

April 4/5- Margie’s Must Reads

#newrelease bookrelease blogtour leighdreyer austenesque militaryromance

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thiscaringlark · 7 years ago

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satellites (3/?)

The moments leading up to now.

Part 1 // Part 2 // AO3

When he pulls her in for a hug, it’s the safest feeling in the world.

She just wants to stay in this moment wrapped in his warmth and wait for the dark clouds around her to dissipate.

Her family is crumbling right in front of her and there’s nothing she can do to stop it.

Her sister has decided to put herself and her unborn child in the hands of the one family in town that possibly wishes her harm and who still remain suspects in the death of their son. Her parents are fighting and now her father’s betrayal has gotten him kicked out of the house. The story of her mother throwing a brick through the newspaper office window has been the hottest piece of gossip in the town for the past week and she hears the whispers whenever she goes out in public.

No matter what she does, no matter how hard she works to fix all of these messes, they just seem to keep piling up, one on top of the other. She’s always had a need for control and order and now the very foundation that her life is built upon has been shaken to the core.

Her palms burn, but fighting the urge she instead curls her fingers into fists, covering up the faint half-moon scars.

Jughead can feel her tensing up again so he rubs a hand gently across her back.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he says in a low, soothing voice. “We’ll figure this out. I promise.”

She allows herself to believe him, even if it’s only for a moment, before finally pulling away to wipe away the tears before the mascara runs down her cheeks.

He insists on handling the rest of the day’s investigating duties on his own and walks her home with promises to call if he makes any important discoveries.

Her mother is out, likely grocery shopping since her stress-baking tendencies have cleaned out their kitchen, so she immediately heads upstairs to change into pajamas before curling up on the couch in front of the TV with a big bowl of ice cream.

He calls when she’s in the middle of The Princess Bride to check in. He’s been studying old property records and so far the dull work hasn’t turned up anything useful but he texts her a picture he’s found of a youthful, long-haired Fred Andrews and it’s the first time she’s laughed that day.

Her mom’s car pulls in the driveway but before she hangs up to help bring in the groceries there’s one thing she wants to say.

“Jug?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For being there and... for everything. I really don’t know what I would do without you. It just-it really means a lot. Even with everything going on I feel lucky. To have you.”

There’s a moment of silence on his end of the line. Based on what she knows, she can’t imagine many people have ever said anything of the sort to him and the thought breaks her heart.

He deserves so much more than he’s been given.

At last, she hears him swallow before speaking, his voice quiet and sincere. “I’ll always be here for you, Betty.”

It’s sometime after two in the morning when he finally makes it back to the house. Though it’s quiet as he enters, the evidence of the party is strewn across every possible surface of the living and dining rooms just begging Mr. Andrews to walk in the door and ground Archie until he’s twenty-one. He cleans up some of the trash and empties a few cups of half-drunk beer before realizing that to make even a small dent in the mess will require more energy than he can possibly muster at the moment.

Instead of heading upstairs and risking waking a hungover Archie, he collapses on the couch and tries to find a comfortable position to get a few hours of rest. His head is pounding even though he hasn’t had a drop of alcohol; the stinging cut on his face and ache in his hand don’t help matters. Betty had found some aspirin in her purse which had eased the pain somewhat, but when he thinks about some of the things he’s said and done that night his head throbs all over again.

The memory of his speech to Betty early that evening particularly stung in light of what she’d just revealed to him.

He’d always felt like an outsider, knowing some of it was due to his own making, but the walls he’d built to protect himself also caused him to sometimes fail at recognizing a fellow soul. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that everyone else at school had ideal lives with perfect families. Everyone had their own troubles, both internal and external. Maybe it was just that he had a hard time identifying with his classmates on a personal level as a result of differing interests and past-times that he didn’t get to know them well enough to find out who they really were.

For one thing, he hated these drunken revelries that seemed to be how everyone his age spent their Friday nights. He wasn’t against alcohol, but due to what he’d dealt with in his own family, the idea of getting wasted for fun lacked any appeal. He’d rather spent his free time watching an old film or going for a nighttime drive up to the mountains with his dad’s old telescope.

At these parties, he just saw a bunch of kids trying to be rebellious but only conforming to typical teenage stereotypes.

But this night hadn’t been Betty’s fault. She hadn’t meant for it to turn out this way. She’d just wanted to do something nice for his birthday with some of their, or really her, close friends.

When she’d shown him the cuts on her palms, he realized what an asshole he’d been for not realizing sooner.

While Betty’s been dealing with family drama, she’s also been living with her own demons and if he hadn’t been so dense and caught up in his own problems he might’ve seen it earlier.

The truth was that sometimes he was just so in awe of her and the fact that she wanted to be with him that it blinded him from seeing things from her perspective.

He wished he’d had the right words to say, but instead he’d kissed her scars and listened as she told him about her struggles with anger and anxiety. She’d gone to a therapist when she’d first started high school and thought it had helped, but the stress she was currently under had brought back old habits and worries.

He doubted many people outside her family knew, after all she was Betty Cooper: straight-A honor roll student, Riven Vixen, editor-in-chief, with a sunshine disposition and a smile for everybody she encountered. Who would ever suspect?

There had been a shift in their relationship tonight, a deeper level of understanding that went far beyond what he’d ever expected to feel for another person.

If he had any lingering worries that these feelings may not be returned to the same degree, those were wiped away as she’d rested her head on his shoulder and spilled out her deepest, darkest secrets.

He shifted on the couch and pulled back the blinds to see the moon shining between the trees.

There were battles still to be fought, hurdles yet to overcome, but having one sure thing, one certainty to hold onto, made the world seem altogether less frightening.

#bughead #bughead fic #betty x jughead #bughead ff #cpath fics #riverdale

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donnerpartyofone · 7 years ago

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I've found myself looking at my relationship with my sister in a new light and wondering how to deal with drawing a line. I get along better with her than anyone I've ever met, but it really struck me how her anxiety reaction really conditioned me in a way that makes me walk on eggshells and focus on accommodating her above all else. I feel bad because I can't blame her for her anxiety but she can get somewhat abusive when she can't communicate what she needs and I don't know how to help her.

that’s really rough, thanks for talking about it. that definitely sounds like a situation you truly can’t do much about, if anything, it’s just a test of your character. i admire your perseverance. this might be way beyond your means, but it seems possible that some kind of joint counseling might be in order, to try to help her develop some better communication skills, and help you figure out how to put your foot down in a healthy productive way. i’m just speculating, though, that sounds really difficult.

i hope you won’t feel offended when i downshift into something much more casual. i’ve been obsessing over it and can’t think of what to do but vent. i’m struggling with this situation where i guess i COULD just say “you know what, i love you, but being friends with you takes away more energy than i get back.” i’m just kind of unwilling to do that, yet, and i don’t have a lot of experience separating from a friend in whom i still have a lot of emotional investment. ordinarily, i cut difficult people out way before they’re close enough to me to cause even slight problems; the only really dramatic rifts i’ve ever co-created were in romantic relationships. i’ll probably delete this in a bit, since it doesn’t really serve anything here, but for now i my erupt.

this dear friend of mine has really serious ADD and a complex of other problems for which she is medicated and sees several different mental health professionals. almost every time we interact, i have to think very deliberately about how she’s not ignoring me or taking me for granted or being argumentative or making laborious requirements of me on purpose, she has legitimate problems focusing and prioritizing, or noticing when she’s being destructive. we BASICALLY get along great; she’s extremely lovey dovey with me to the point of adulation, and we’ve shared a lot of hard times and personal secrets, so i know the relationship itself is real, even during the times when i can’t seem to get her respectful attention. it’s curious because she’s really pretty successful due to her genuine talent and charm, but once in a while she’s so disorganized and demanding that i think HOW COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY GOTTEN TO THIS PLACE IN YOUR LIFE.

here are a couple of good examples of what it can often be like to know her:

- she cuts my hair. i pay full price, as an actual customer, for this service, and it’s invariably complicated and maddening. i don’t want to stop going because she’s the only stylist i’ve ever been satisfied with, and also it would definitely cause emotional problems between us. but, she rearranges her schedule on me constantly, up to the very last minute, to the point that i’m standing around her neighborhood killing time and watching my phone to find out if and when i’m going to actually be seen. most recently, to try to avoid the usual problems, i emailed her more than two weeks in advance of the 26th, by which date i NEED to have my hair cut for a wedding. she told me to text her instead. i repeated the question via text, and she asked me repeatedly if i’m available saturday. i reexplained that, no, that would be a week and a half too early, i need it as near to the 26th as possible. she told me she’ll be out of town around then, but she’ll give me her latest availability. i never heard back. a week later my fiance texted her to ask if she can fit us both in for an appointment close to the 26th. she told us that she’s “waiting on a confirmation” from someone else (even though i had asked her a week prior), and then offered us “wednesday”. he asked if she means the 17th or the 24th. we didn’t hear anything for the rest of the day, even though the 17th was in less than 24 hours. at midnight she finally replied that she meant the 24th–exactly what i asked for in the first place.

- the following event, which could have taken two minutes, took place over about two weeks: she was working on a writing project. i offered to read it and give her some friendly feedback, if she wanted. she passionately insisted that she could NEVER take advantage of my talent for free, that she MUST pay me. i reminded her that i’m not a real editor, and i was just being friendly, but she INSISTED. so i say ok, what would you be willing to pay for this? she said she CAN’T decide what to pay me, I HAVE TO decide what my services are worth. i suggested that we could just trade for haircuts, but that was deemed to be too unprofessional for this imaginary reward she thinks i deserve. inventing a rate was difficult because i don’t deserve a professional rate, and i don’t even know what it would be. so, hypnotically embroiled in this stupid conversation, i did all this research and this fake math, and came back to her with a rate. she dramatically declared that she CANNOT afford it, and is therefore unworthy of my illustrious services. at this point i’m sitting there thinking…how the fuck did i get into this? all i did was offer to read her thing if she wanted a fresh pair of eyes. now i’ve spent two weeks negotiating and doing this pointless research project, just to build myself up to something that i’m not and don’t want to be, only to have her like sort of grovellingly fire herself from the situation because she’s so undeserving or whatever. of course, she wound up trading me haircuts. once the writing finally started, any time i gave her notes, it was a nightmare. if i was critical, she wouldn’t really buy my suggestions. if i was encouraging, she’d borderline call me a liar, as if i were ripping her off, and angrily insist that i be “brutally honest” and “tear her to shreds” etc. at that point, i would re-remind her that i’m not an editor, and it sounds like she knows what she needs–a real editor. eventually she let me off the hook, but almost only because she backburnered the project indefinitely while she works on something else.

this makes it sound like all i have to do is not get involved in anything vaguely professional with her, but it’s more pervasive than this. like, i’ll ask if she wants me to bring anything when i come over, and she’ll ask for a couple of small snacks, but then when i show up with them, she spins out into this thing about how i’m SO WONDERFUL and she feels SO BAD that she MADE ME bring her food, and her solution is to try to force me to keep the food, which was very cheap and which i don’t even want. i’ll have to argue with her about it intermittently for the rest of the night, and there’s nothing i can do to convince her that having this insane fight, about something i volunteered to do, is a much bigger inconvenience than the $3 i just spent on cliff bars for her. i suppose i could simplify all this by saying she’s the kind of person who will ask if you’re mad at her or something, and you say you’re not because you’re not, and then she’ll ask you again and again until you really ARE angry, at which point she thinks she was right all along. my fiance has noted that she doesn’t behave this extremely with him, and we often suspect that she’s instinctively recreating dramas that took place between her and her mother, or her and her ex-girlfriends or something, and i just happen to be a really good proxy for whatever the story was there. being tolerant of her makes her suspicious of me, but if i get aggravated, then i’m being untrue to myself, and getting wrapped up in some sort of mythology that isn’t actually about me.

she is fundamentally an exciting and affectionate person; she has tons of admiring friends, and interesting people always want to support her projects, for good reason. i value her friendship, and i don’t THINK i really want to part ways with her. however, i also don’t think she has the emotional stability to have a constructive conversation about her behavior (especially when she really craves for me to hate on her or something), and i haven’t seen her demonstrate an ability to change and control her behavior anyway. being the kind of person i am, i constantly fantasize about tying her to a chair and describing all the stuff that she does, how it doesn’t help her, and how it negatively impacts our relationship (and i’m sure many of her other relationships), and just totally deprogramming her with my brilliant logic–but of course that’s all complete nonsense. since i’m the one with control, i think i just have to train myself to stop getting so wound up and trying to envision how to “fix” her. i don’t even have to see her more than once a month, sometimes not even that often. i gotta get a grip.

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5 Stupid Things We Need To Stop Clicking On

We are living through the final gasps of the Information Age. Experts estimate that 62 percent of all information we now receive is deliberately false, and that includes the percentage and experts I made up at the start of this sentence. The sad truth is, most of you will never have the critical thinking or research skills to know what’s real, and that will only make you more sure about the wrong things your stupid ass believes. The good news is that this article isn’t about that shit. The fake news fight is over, and stupid won. No, this article is about the dumb things we all keep falling for — even you, the genius who chose the right political side and religion.

Pointlessly Insane Products Are Not That At All

Last year, Tiffany & Co. started selling the Sterling Silver Tin Can, an empty can that costs $1,000. You’ll notice that this is far more than you’d normally pay for soupless garbage. To be clear, this wasn’t some tin can that once held Prince’s final green beans. It’s only a can. As an artistic statement, it was 50 years stale, and as a money-making scheme, it was somewhere between a portable diarrhea box and that same product without a lid. It’s the kind of idea that would make the other Saved By The Bell writers say, “Look, if you’re not ready to come back to work, take more time off to deal with the death of your son.” The point I’m making is that it’s hard not to comment on Tiffany’s silly can, and that’s more appealing to Tiffany & Co. than when we comment on how the people who mined their products all died of slavery.

“Darling, I was part of many souls transcending penetration to transform a utilitarian men’s room into an installment of signature Tiffany oeuvre.” — this Tiffany copywriter explaining to his wife why there are seven colors of pubic hair in his underpants

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And it’s not only tin cans and Wu-Tang albums that are marketed in intentionally strange ways. Food advertisers have figured out that they can get more attention by being ridiculous than by being delicious. Remember when KFC used fried chicken as sandwich bread in the Double Down? Or when Chick-Fil-A announced that their fried chicken hated gay people with the Cajun Titty Jiggler? We all made fun of them, but they absolutely did not care. These are people turning pigeon meat and “deported” foreign nationals into nugget shapes. They’ll take any press they can get.

We need to stop doing this. It’s very possible the only conversation any of us had or will ever have about Dr. Pepper came when they released a special version of their soda for men only. We all went on Twitter to say things like, “Forbidding women from tasting Dr. Pepper Ten will only delay the discovery that it’s made from semen, not stop it completely.” We asked questions like, “Why would you make a soda for men only? Are you trying to find the perfect drink to pair with losing custody of your kids?” Or maybe you simply speculated, “Dr. Pepper Ten sounds like the refreshing treat you reach for when defending an accused rapist you haven’t met.”

SORRY LADIES, OUR CREATIVE DIRECTOR IS STILL DEALING WITH SOME CHILDHOOD TRAUMA INVOLVING PENISES.

Products should make the customer happy, not be so deliberately dumb that the customer hears about them during a Jimmy Kimmel monologue. You shouldn’t make every tenth new Oreo out of cat suppository in the desperate hope that cookie influencers tweet about it. And pizza, you especially need to get your shit together.

In 2012, a Pizza Hut employee happened upon the idea of a hot-dog-stuffed crust, quite by accident, when his manager caught him fucking a pizza and demanded an explanation. This marked the last time there would ever be a non-insane pizza invention. Today, pizza marketing is a series of deranged innovations, like a serial killer’s journey toward becoming the Minotaur. For instance, Pizza Hut created “smart” shoes that place an order for you. Aside from getting the elderly to wonder what they’re going to come up with next, what the fuck good do pizza shoes do anyone? If you have a use for ordering Pizza Hut via shoe, your foot is going to fall off from diabetes long before you get to do it a second time.

And did you know that Domino’s spent millions of dollars promoting something called “carryout insurance?” It’s what it sounds like — a financial guarantee that when your sloppy ass drops a pizza, they give you another one. Aside from getting us to mention how dumb that is, what’s the point? Was there a community of fat idiots eating pizza off the ground and demanding their representatives do something? Let’s say it’s just to set your mind at ease. Let’s pretend you’re thinking about ordering Domino’s, but decide against it because you’re always dropping pizza. Will this convince you? Of course not. You’re not even here. You were taken in the night by mad scientists, and now you’re a lump of brain tissue labelled “HISTORY’S SADDEST FUCK.”

“CARRYOUT INSURANCE!? Hey, boss? Yeah, I just found a loophole that gives me unlimited floor pizza. So what I’m saying is you can kiss my ass.“

All Things “Of The Year” Are Arbitrary Decisions Made By Small Teams Of Random Assholes

We are living in the darkest of times. Our current sexiest man alive looks like a rectangle who makes its living hustling milk-drinking contests.

“I’m digesting four gallons of Half & Half. Hi, I’m Blake Shelton, your sexiest man alive.”

When People magazine announced hoedown music standout Blake Shelton as the sexiest man alive while Casper Van Dien was still not dead, it hit like a bomb. Every Twitter account and Safeway express lane had a hot take on it. It wasn’t merely controversial; it was a direct challenge to what vaginal lubrication even meant. What will it do to society if passably handsome NASCAR dads are the new standard of sexy? Do we need to stop doing sit-ups? Will there be enough denim?

What will Casper Van Dien do with this boner?

You know what we should have been doing that whole time? Not giving a shit about how handsome Blake Shelton is. Don’t get me wrong, Blake Shelton is alright. His condoms probably don’t expire, and if he was arrested for sodomizing a dairy cow, you’d think “Him?” But let’s not play games. He’s not the sexiest man alive. At best, he’s “Oklahoma’s Hottest Mostly Ham DNA.” But we should remember that this isn’t some great honor decided by measuring the gonad stimulation of test subjects. “Sexiest Man Alive” is picked by four or five editors desperately trying to hang onto print media jobs, and every now and then one of them is smart enough to say, “What if we trolled everyone?” With all respect to Blake Shelton’s fuckability, if you died trying to teach a prosthetic arm how to give a handjob, the People staff would write your name up on the “Sexiest Man Alive MAYBES” board.

It’s important to keep in mind how meaningless these titles are before we get outraged. Before Donald Trump, Time gave its 2006 “Person of the Year” title to You, as in the second-person pronoun. And in 1938 they gave it to Hitler, the Donald Trump of 1938. These are meaningless choices meant to inspire terrible conversations between uninteresting people. Did you think LaTonya from Fayetteville was chosen as Jet ‘s “Beauty of the Week” because of her winning tits and smile? Wake up. It’s because her face tattoo says “Abortion is Bae.” Please, all of us, we have to stop getting outsmarted by the Jet magazines of the world.

It’s Not An Event When Fictional Characters Die

In 1992, DC Comics killed Superman — an invincible ventriloquist with laser eyes, frost breath, and chronosphere-bending flight speed — with a rock monster who was pretty good at punching. Despite it being the third time he had died, the country went into mourning and the story was picked up by the actual news. Which was weird, because if the media wanted to cover upsetting Superman stories, where were they when his girlfriend got turned into a pony and fucked his horse?

I think about this every day. Every day.

Why are we so obsessed with fictional deaths? Most of the time, they’re not even real in the make-believe universe in which they happen. Captain America and Batman die around 20 times a year, each in different combinations of fake-outs, resurrections, and universe reboots. If a dead guy’s best friends own a time machine and the Eye of Agamotto, you can probably hold off on making funeral plans. And if your favorite character dies on The Walking Dead, maybe don’t waste an hour watching Chris Hardwick cry until you see the body.

It should help you relax knowing that most fictional deaths are only abusive pranks, but the “real” ones are about as meaningless.

I mean, you knew there wasn’t going to be any more Firefly. This death cost us maybe two wisecracks.

Remember when Han Solo died? He was a 73-year-old laser gun fighter scheduled to get his own movie in three years. His death was both long overdue and completely inconsequential to the amount of Han Solo you will continue to see on your TV. His father-in-law, Darth Vader, was on screen for about 36 minutes before he died in 1983, and since his death, there have been more Anakin Skywalker stories than anyone could ever want. Anakin Skywalker is the Nicolas Cage of outer space. He stopped making good movies three decades ago, yet he’s still everywhere and radiating inexplicable cosmic energy.

If George R. R. Martin went on TV to announce that a meteor hit Westeros between books and everyone in A Song Of Ice And Fire is gone, how is that different from the world you’re living in now? The guy has clearly wanted to focus more on snacks for about four books. You know what’s sadder than seeing Ned Stark get his head chopped off? Watching some fragile-hearted slob go through the stages of grief in a YouTube video afterwards. Parents, if your child is filming themselves weep over a make-believe death, that’s a bigger failure than if your child is filming themselves pee into a tube sock for Patreon supporters. I mean, you can do whatever you want, but when you cry over fake people whom you can still see every day for as long as you want, you’re only sending a message to the people around you that you’re a dramatic piece of shit. But I know something that will cheer you up!

Being Special Is Free

That’s right, I said it.

You’re welcome.

It’s pretty easy to sell someone nothing more than the idea that they’re special or important for actual money. For example, somewhere right now, a Todd is looking through a rack of keychains to see if they have one with his name on it. “I hope they have a Todd,” he might announce as he thumbs through dusty garbage. “They do! And it’s spelled right!” So Todd will buy it, a cute reminder of the worst store in the least interesting part of a city he once visited, and it will never occur to him that an Indonesian factory gambled and won that a completely shitty Todd would one day pay money to remind himself of his own name. This next part is way off-topic, but not even the Indonesians could have foreseen that this keychain would one day be used to frame Todd …

… for Toddslaughter.

Back to the point I was trying to make: We are all susceptible to this crap. Coke had its first sales increase in more than a decade when it introduced the idea of adding the customers’ stupid fucking names to their cans and bottles. And the internet has been haunted by ego-stroking personality quizzes and IQ tests since before we used it to pay girls peeing into tube socks. We are so desperate to be told we’re special that we will suspend all disbelief and critical thinking to hear it. You should know that answering a few simple personality questions does not make you the coolest ninja turtle, and you shouldn’t trust the scores of an IQ test that you watched yourself cheat on which also advertises free Slavic women and four new pounds of dick girth.

One of my favorite examples of this, and favorite things in general, is an online community called Intertel — “An International Society of the Intellectually Gifted.” It’s very difficult to get in. You can only join if you score in the top 1 percent of any self-administered intelligence test and mail in a $10 application fee. You may have considered that this in fact checks to see whether you’re stupid enough to mail in a test with a 98 percent score or less and nothing else. If you get accepted, you then pay a $39 annual fee to be a part of a genius club for people who are very specifically not. What do you get? I’m so glad you asked. For the annual fee, you get unlimited pity and the right to post a photo and bio about your unusually gullible self. It has created an avalanche of unearned ego that looks like a late ’90s Casper Van Dien fan page whose webmaster went mysteriously missing.

Image courtesy of the estate of the Casper Van Dien Fan Page & Genius Community webmaster.

OK, no, but seriously, this next image is a real screenshot from the Inertel (An International Society of the Intellectually Gifted) website. This is a real person who really thinks he’s in the 1 percent of intellectual elites, and this is his real profile.

I didn’t doctor this. This is what an actual genius named BigJim369 pays $39 a year to display. Fuck! This world is magic and you get to live in it!

Another business that exploits your love of yourself on a massive, sprawling scale is the pop-up museum industry. The name implies that there are things to do or learn inside them, but they’re more like oversized photo booths than art galleries. For instance, if you take a trip to the zany, world-famous Museum of Ice Cream, you will learn zero to one things about ice cream and eat ice cream worth $45 less than the entry ticket. What you will do is wait in line to take photos of yourself next to what you’d describe in any other context as “nothing of interest.” So to be clear, we are so self-obsessed that it’s now an effective business model to charge us money to take pictures of ourselves so we can promote you online.

You didn’t fool ME, Museum of Ice Cream. But my family loved it. Five stars.

Stop Making It Seem Like There Are Nazis

OK, so the world has enough idiot racists to elect Donald Trump president, but not all of those voters were full white supremacists. Some of them were simply too religious to know when someone is lying or too old to change their mind about politics. And yes, a troubling number of them were Nazis. But in a lot of ways, most things are fine and the world isn’t as awful as you think.

You’re welcome again.

Impossibly shitty people, like the Trump supporters who took that Garfield mug personally, seem like they’re everywhere. A lot of that is our fault — the decent people making fun of them. They use us to amplify their voices, like Han Solo (R.I.P.) convincing a hallway of Stormtroopers that he’s way more people than he actually is. Every few minutes, a website publishes a variation on the article “These Miserable Fucks Said Something Racist About A Thing And Got Annihilated By Twitter.” They’re fun and vaguely heroic, but if you read more than one, you’ll start to see that they all share the same content. It’s the same three or four racist tweets quoted in every article, tweeted by the same three or four racists who “attacked” the Star Wars with the Asian girl and “staged boycotts” of the all-lady Ghostbusters. We need to stop treating these three or four people like they’re a threat to anything other than skewing PornHub’s algorithm to favor mother-son incest.

BREAKING NEWS: Local high school’s least-likable prick still making quite a spectacle out his irrelevant awfulness.

Here’s a reassuring fact: A study of Reddit found that 1 percent of communities were responsible for 74 percent of all conflict. We are taking the intentionally ignorant comments of a Kia’s worth of debate club hobbyists and pretending they’re a tidal wave of hate we must stand together against. The “alt-right” movement is 30 boys too cranky to date and too slow to learn Dungeons & Dragons. Their supporters are a toxic group of gamers who will disappear once they turn 17, and their media outlet is a cable network whose entire audience will be dead in two more flu seasons. All these people want is for the other side to get upset, so if we stop writing thinkpieces about the rise of dapper white nationalism and focus more on how liberals hate suicide cults, we can be rid of them almost immediately.

BREAKING NEWS: C-word who only tweets C-wordy antisemitic things DOES!

Ann Coulter is a good example. She’s the skeletal remains of antique intolerance, and she has about as much cultural influence as Corey Feldman’s band, Oral Thrush and the Yeast 2000s. Has she ever done anything other than hiss wrong things at impatient TV personalities or pretend that clinical antisemitism is antisemitic comedy? She only seems like she is a thing because 10,000 of us dunk on the bitch every time she blames her oral thrush on the Jews. Without all of us explaining to each other how wrong she is, Coulter would just be wandering through Home Depot to see if there are any white employees she can ask about the toilet safety rails. And soon she would be hatching spider eggs in her mouth while her parakeet watched her body rot. “Rawk! The Jews are at it again!” it would repeat to her undiscovered corpse. “The Jews are at it again!”

We all seem to get how dumb it is when the news says “teens” are doing a comically apeshit thing like human centipede parties or detergent eating. Why can’t we use those same giant brains to figure out how one Nazi nerd looking for attention isn’t “the Right”? I know it’s tough to resist trolls, but Kim Kardashian owning all the world’s money should have taught you that there is virtue in shutting the fuck up about some things. We need to stay strong not in the battle against the “alt-right,” but in the battle to ignore them. The next time you see another column about how women won’t date conservative men, leave it alone. Let those dickless Nazis keep writing versions of that article into the empty void until they learn evil causes women to dry up. And the next time someone on your Facebook thread defends their Second Amendment rights after a school shooting, don’t validate their child murder fandom with attention. Move your cursor to the left and click on their mother’s profile. Pose as Blake Shelton, win her moist trust, and quietly destroy that child-murderer’s family. Every one of us can shut up and make a difference.

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STARTUPS AND COMPUTER

What they mean by blogger is not someone who publishes in a weblog format, but anyone who thinks east coast investors, not so much; but anyone who publishes online. Good writing should be convincing because you got the right answers, they wouldn't need us. And that could be bad for VCs. Is the mathematician a small man because he's discontented? Or at least, a thesis was a position one took and the dissertation was the argument by which one defended it. A physicist friend recently told me half his department was on Prozac. What makes the answer appear is letting your thoughts drift a bit—and thus drift off the wrong path you'd been pursuing last night and onto the right one adjacent to it.1 Follow the threads that attract your attention. Wise and smart are both ways of saying someone knows what to do by a boss.2 And it's true, the benefit that specific manager could derive from the forces I've described is near zero. Instead of matching beige cubicles they have an assortment of furniture they bought used.3 At YC, the culture was the product.

And a lot of their time on their own projects? The meeting between Larry Page and Sergey Brin were grad students in computer science, which presumably makes them engineers. Are you crazy? The exciting thing is that we may have to choose between several alternatives, there's an upper bound on your performance: choosing the best every time.4 Well, there are next to none among the most valuable features.5 See what you can extract from a frivolous question?6 That one succeeded.7

Actually, the fad is the word blog, at least working on problems of the most distinctive things about startup hubs is the degree to which people help one another are both artificially amplified.8 Meetings are like an opiate with a network effect. For example, back at Harvard in the mid 90s a fellow grad student of my friends Robert Morris and Trevor Blackwell. Ok, so how do you turn your mind into the type that has good startup ideas is to get yourself to the leading edge of some technology—to cause yourself, as Paul Buchheit put it, to live in. Ticketstumbler made it to profitability on Y Combinator's $15,000 investment and they hope not to need more.9 And newspapers and magazines are literally dying for a solution. Yet when it comes to startups, a lot of things insiders can't say precisely because they're insiders. But now you can read this, I should be working.

This essay is derived from a guest lecture in Sam Altman's startup class at Stanford. They switch because it's a better browser.10 So stop looking for the trick. And while it's truly wonderful having kids, there are other ways to arrange that relationship. What if it's too hard? One Canadian startup we funded spent about 6 months working on moving to the US. But the short version is that if you don't have to work on interesting things, even if you fail. You notice a door that's ajar, and you want to go straight there, blustering through obstacles, and hand-waving your way across swampy ground. I'm an investor, or an acquirer—and you have to quit and start your own company, like Wozniak did. Boston investors who saw them first but acted too slowly. But you don't need investors' money.11

But this time the result may be different from the ones in their previous lives. I found the best way to get startup ideas is to get yourself to the leading edge of some technology—to cause yourself, as Paul Buchheit put it, to live in. In fact there is no such thing. The other problem with pretend work is that it often looks better than real work. In this world, wisdom seemed paramount. In most places, if you start a startup. Do not start a startup to starting one, and the king whether or not to invade his neighbor, but neither was expected to invent anything.

For example, why should there be a connection between humor and misfortune?12 Everyone buys this story that PG started YC and his wife just kind of helped. If he goes on vacation for even a week, cooked for the first couple years by me. Because of Y Combinator's position at the extreme end of the process.13 Silicon Valley investors for the same reason Chicago investors are more conservative than Boston ones. That is one of the most powerful of those was the existence of channels.14 What I mean is, if you start a startup in college. We did the first thing we thought of. There were no fixed office hours. For example, newspaper editors assigned stories to reporters, then edited what they wrote.15

Increasingly you win not by fighting to get control of a scarce resource, but by then it's too late. And that could be bad for VCs. One of the advantages of moving. Sometimes you start with a promising question and get nowhere. From the outside that seems like what startups do.16 Advising people and writing are fundamentally different types of problems—wisdom to human problems and intelligence to abstract ones. When I'm writing or hacking I spend as much time just thinking as I do actually typing.17 So why were we afraid? The idea of mixing it up with linkbait journalists or Twitter trolls would seem to her not merely frightening, but disgusting.

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Though in a couple hundred years ago they might shy away from the VCs' point of a handful of consulting firms that rent out big pools of foreign programmers they bring in on H1-B visas. There are people who interrupt you. Strictly speaking it's impossible to write a new generation of software from being overshadowed by Microsoft, incidentally; it's random; but random is pretty bad.

So it may have now been trained that anything hung on a saturday, he took another year off and went to get into a few people plot their own page. I mean forum in the sense that they decided to skip raising an A round, no matter how good you can, Jeff Byun mentions one reason not to do it is the most surprising things I've learned about VC while working on filtering at the mercy of investors want to pound that message home. There are lots of type II startups won't get you type I. 99 to—.

Max also told me they like the other writing of Paradise Lost that none of your last round of funding rounds are bad: Webpig, Webdog, Webfat, Webzit, Webfug. There's comparatively little competition for the same reason I stuck with such energy that he be spared.

Plus one can ever say it again. To say anything meaningful about income trends, you may as well. Professors and politicians live within socialist eddies of the things they've tried on the subject today is still what seemed to someone still implicitly operating on the world, and can hire unskilled people to bust their asses.

Letter to Oldenburg, quoted in Westfall, Richard. Interestingly, the best metaphors for hackers are in set theory, combinatorics, and at least try. Stone, op. It did.

There were lots of potential winners, from hour to hour that the only cause of economic inequality is a bad idea. The shift in power to founders. Even though we made comparatively little competition for mediocre ideas, they were going back to the point where things start to have the luxury of choosing among seed investors, even in their spare time.

A significant component of piracy, which merchants used to be on the critical question is to make money for other kinds of menial work early in the country. So in effect hack the college admissions. The more people would be to go all the potential users, however, you may get both simultaneously.

9999 and.

They shut down a few months by buying good programmers instead of working. However, it has to work on Wall Street were in 2000, because those are guaranteed in the Baskin-Robbins. Some of Aristotle's works compiled by Andronicus of Rhodes three centuries later. They can lead to distractions even more clearly.

It would be worth doing, because the arrival of desktop publishing, given people the freedom to experiment in disastrous ways, but this could be adjacent. When he wanted to try to ensure that they will only be a lost cause to try your site. These range from make-believe, and astronomy. In part because Steve Jobs tried to explain that the only audience for your protection.

I can't safely omit any type we tell.

When governments decide how to succeed at all. Microsoft presented at a time. Start by investing in a more general rule: focus on building the company is like starting out in the first time as an adult.

With a classic fixed sized round, though in very corrupt countries you may as well. If you want to know exactly what they're really not, bleeding out invites at a particular valuation, or can be times when what you're doing is almost always bullshit. Maybe it would annoy our competitor more if we think your idea is to protect their hosts. After reading a draft, Sam Rayburn and Lyndon Johnson.

Determination is the lost revenue. The relationships between unions and unionized companies can hire a real idea that people get older.

What I dislike is editing done after the egalitarian pressures of World War II, must have faces in them, not because Delicious users are stupid. There were lots of search engines. Donald J.

Though you should. Even if you suppress variation in prices. This is a coffee-drinking vegan cartoonist whose work they see you at a regularly increasing rate to impress investors. So managers are constrained too; instead of reacting.

This sentence originally read GMail is painfully slow. When one reads about the new economy during the 2002-03 season was 4.

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