319. That’s the number of discrete advertisements, both online and off, served to me over the course of one Tuesday in July. I know because I counted each and every one.
"Something that says it's your Ola is outside, Dai."
To improve its on delivery network, apparently.
I’m just wondering if it’s possible Elon butt-unfollowed his girlfriend by accident and doesn’t want to admit he made a mistake.
At the moment that means forcing them to stick to the existing voluntary guidelines.
Okay, fine, The Breakfast Club didn’t come out until 1985. It’s still a good look.
Three people who were present during the incident had to be treated for respiratory issues, according to local media.
Dracula, you old scoundrel. This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?
How the “fastest-growing media company of all time” tried to take on Facebook, and how it went wrong.
A full debut season of Damon Lindelof's show has finally been greenlit.
Jess Bezos seemingly has his eye on the DVR market.
The sharks are tired. So very tired. Please, let the sharks rest.
The 1985 caper Fletch, to be exact.
Spare a thought for all those misshapen mangos that never get a chance to shine/be gorged upon.
It's slant enough to annoy me, but not enough to stop me from using the service.
Hope to hear from you soon, Oppy!
