OldNol

StumbleUpon Official Blog: Your voice for evil.

One last review , dedicated to the Stumbleupon developers:

"What kind of fuckery is this?

...Can't believe you played me out like that..."

This is the end,
Beautiful friend,
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Thank you and goodbye...

"Member since Jul 31, 2004."



So this is it.

The End.

The finish - they think it's all over.

It is now.

My Stumbleupon toolbar has been deleted - maybe I'll add a last farewell before SU goes dark on October 24th.

"One day goodbye will be farewell,
So grab me while we still have the time..."

P.S. :
geeky-gadgets.com/stumbleupon-removing-photo-blog-group-and-themes-features... [geeky-gadgets.com/stumbleupon-removing-photo-blog-group-and-themes-features...]


Marc Leibowitz, Stumble Upon's vice president of marketing and business development explains:

"We're talking about a small, albeit passionate, group of users that were using these bells and whistles...
it was costing us time to maintain these things"

Battle of Britain Day - September 15th

From the page:
Even though it appeared that Fighter Command was getting the upper hand, the experience of flying in battle was playing on the minds of they young pilots as one father stated:

He (son) wondered just how much longer he could take it. Each day someone fails to return, often another empty seat at the table. He was relieved when often they would turn up, apparently they had safely baled out, or injured in a crash landing. But many died horrific deaths, slowly burnt alive being trapped in their cockpits. He thought that he would rather have died instantly, or went in nose first into the ground rather than being burned alive.
He was a changed lad, time took care of that taking him from a young man with a bright future before the war to a man that seemed full of hatred, he said that he felt as if he was a human killing machine and said that if he ever dies, then put on his headstone "Here Lies Another Human Killing Machine".
On leave he could not sleep, or he would scream out in the night. How he died we will never know, he went out on a mission, and never came back, and that's the sad part, we do not even have a grave where we know that he is at last resting in peace.

"An Austrian has won the right to be photographed wearing a pasta strainer for his driving licence on grounds of religious freedom. "

From the comments section:

"I'm a Frisbeetarian. I believe that when you die your soul goes up on the garage roof and gets stuck."