Bah!
A Stylophone is a synthesizer in the same way I am a world class footballer.
“Here in my Car. I can only receive I can listen to you It keeps me stable for days In Cars" - David Bowie and Brian Eno: “My Life in a Bush of Ghosts” Jan 1st Grand Cayman I scan the New Year’s Honours with some dismay. Previous years have been studded with digital recognition. Past recipients have included an MBE …
" and is currently designing MINSOCK (the Ministry of Socks) for Britain's next Prime Minister, Jeremy Corbyn."
Corbyn? What sort of thinkfluencer is he? Surely Bong is actually working on getting Lord Mandelson into No. 10 at the head of a revitalised Labour Party with such forward thinkers as Tessa Supercasino Jowell (the new digital economy) at the Treasury, Simon Twitter Danczuk at the new media FO, and Jess Phillips at the third great department of State, Culture, Media and Sport.
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More network tablet!
Prototype fair women, NHS colleagues!
Get digital treasure, technology leadership pioneer!
Brilliant Doteveryone age
Leaders making digital tech recommendations
Leading, making, reimagining
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you mean Gary Numan?
Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live
In cars
Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days
In cars
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Or have I missed something?
I realize that some folks are reading their first ¡Bong! piece. And that satire is heavily culturally inflected. And that we all live under the grim ubiety of Poe's Law. And that many people are too damn lazy to pause for a critical moment when they read something suspect online.
And yet. And fucking yet. Can you actually read this entire piece and not be at least haunted by the suspicion that it is not entirely sincere? That the "errors" some insist on pointing out are, in fact, deliberate?
Honestly, I wonder how some folks manage to get through life without falling prey to every confidence artist and idle trickster who comes along.