Just got the above comic from a friend who works at Google. We haven't spoken in a long time, but after two or three underhanded comments sprinkled subtly amidst casual prattle, I'm about 54 percent sure he's all Irky Ian for reasons he won't explain.
Those Googlers. Tough crowd. But hey, if I lost my dinner, I'd be a little Moody Mary too.
Compulsive communicator with a lust for the lovely. Strategist, ad slave, wordsmith + co-founder of AdVerve (podcast and blog). Native Bay Area techie, Parisian expat. My mission: cross-pollinating ideas, culture + approaches on both sides of the Atlantic. Also, surviving immigration.
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