By the third day I had seen enough bad shirts to fill up a sweeps week worth of Starsky and Hutch. A huge buzz tore through the office the next day when the stock jumped four points. By the fifth and final day, I had still found nothing worth doing. If I had one wish for my generation, it's that we don't become this. We obviously didn't learn all we could from the eighties and we're going to be doomed to repeat those mistakes.
Software is the real-estate of the nineties, baby.
We can do better than this.