Minimalism is not a style, it is an attitude, a way of being. It’s a fundamental reaction against noise, visual noise, disorder, vulgarity. Minimalism is the pursuit of the essence of things, not the appearance.

More specifically, today I will shout at web developers who think that delicately inserting an iPhone up their ass is the same as mobile web development.

Every time I go into a Wal-Mart, I come out eager for the complete extinction of the human race. But, hey, low prices.

Universe is 14 billion years old. Seems silly to celebrate one year. Be like having a fucking parade every time i take a piss.

I mean, if you don’t want to see a film with Helen Mirren with a sniper rifle, I’m not sure I want to know you.

Funny: I asked the Microsoft rep if she had a Zune on hand so that I could experiment with the interactivity features — she replied, “What’s a Zune?

Cause not only do you get, you know, a day out chattin up by the bosses over a few beers, but you get a night away from the wife and kids. Or if you are an engineer at Microsoft, a day away from your mum and nan.

Information on the Internet=Snow in the Arctic. You can’t expect Eskimos to buy snow, no matter how much time it takes you to produce it.

Twitter feels like conversation, ephemeral, written on water, designed to fade away. Blogging feels like notes, writing as thinking and rehearsing, to be kept and remembered, written on paper. And actually writing on paper, that’s still the best.

So here’s our response: Shut the heck up, people. If you want to burst into tears while playing with the other kids (metaphorically, mind you) and take your ball home in a huff to play alone—good luck with that.