Ever get that brooding sensation that makes you just want to slap the Internet in the jaw? You know, with a shovel, possibly dripping with molten lava? Until Web 4.0 personifies the Internet as some physical freak-of-nature that was scientifically developed for slapping with scathing hot shovels, head over to web without sense for a refreshing dose of cathartic pessimism towards the web. The above screen is by far my favorite phrase, but the "I LOVE LIGHT GREY TEXT ON A WHITE BACKGROUND. IT'S LIKE AN EXCLUSIVE CLUB WHERE ONLY COOL PEOPLE CAN SEE IT" gives me a nice kick in the gut too.
:: Spotted originally on It's Nice That ::
