A retired widower bought a house in a quiet neighborhood during the summer holidays. When school started up again, he realized his house was on the homeward route for a large number of middle schoolers. Three of them in particular loved to take sticks and bang on rubbish bins and fences. They made a terrible racket. One day he hollered out to them,
“Hey kids! I’m really enjoying your percussion and I’d like to pay you each a dollar.”
He gave them each a dollar. They were overjoyed, and they banged with greater gusto than ever. This continued every day for a week. Monday of the next week, they came around for their dollar and he said,
“I’m sorry kids: I’m on social security and I’m out of money. I can only pay you a quarter today.”
The biggest of the kids replied,
“Screw you, mister! If you think we’re gonna play our hearts out for a lousy quarter, you’ve got another thing coming.”
For the rest of the year the gentleman enjoyed quiet from those kids.
Bottom line for this comic: When you’re getting paid to do something, it makes it feel like work, and no one wants to work.
Always wrong,
The hacking I do isn't meant to bring Facebook down. It's designed to use supported OpenGraph calls to turn Facebook into a marketing channel for my client. With Facebook the difference between Black Hat hacking and White Hat is anyone's call, because Facebook itself is kinda hacky the way it treats personal info.
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