GoodFuckingIdea.com

Switch off the X-Factor, step outside, and go see some real fucking talent.

October 21, 2012
Don’t judge me. Buy tickets.

October 15, 2012
It’s all about getting laid. Use your power wisely, women.

October 13, 2012
If a fossil fuel extraction company is paying your bills, you’re fucking sick.

Knowing what we know now about the extent of global abuse, you’re like a Catholic choir master who thought it was best to just carry on and keep his head down (if you’ll pardon the expression).

Only you’re much worse because everyone’s getting raped in this version.

Don’t take it personally, I know bills need to be paid and so on, but … well if you’re still doing it in 2013 then take it very fucking personally indeed.

PS. I’m not a fanatic, hippy, or weirdo. I just like and respect science, civilisation, the planet, and good people.

October 11, 2012
If you work for the bad guys, quit your fucking job today.

OHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOYOHBOY! Days like yesterday are TOTALLY, COMPLETELY FUCKING AWESOME!

Why?

Let me tell you. In fact, let MB tell you:

Hi GFI

A year and a half ago I accidentally got a job in corporate branding, for the oil and gas industry. Yeah, I know, bad fucking idea. It’s been a hell ride and about 3 months ago I started to realise that I was actively making the world a worse place, doing something that basically defies all my principles and everything I believe in. I knew it was time to quit being a corporate asshole but it’s hard to decide to cut your losses and face up to the facts. I’ve been trying to quit ever since.

Then someone sent me a link to your adblock post. It flipped my switch. I kept clicking and I got to this

Just fucking do it.

Tomorrow may be too late. And even if it’s not too late, you’re going to be older and have less energy to get it done. Just… stop fucking about and get on it, k? Deal? Good! OK, now go! You rock! Make it fucking happen!

It was the final straw, the straw through which to take a fucking big gulp of ballsy and tell them to shove their shitty job up their stinking holes.

Which I did. Yesterday.

If it wasn’t for your site it might have taken a lot longer.

I’m scared now, but at least I don’t smoke heavily and cycle recklessly because I find my working day so bleak I risk getting dead instead of having to do this job anymore.
Instead of slow suicide I’m taking three months out of my shitty life to finish my novel which is about how advertising ruined everything. It’s an autobiographical account of my slow and steady decline to the dark side. It’s going to be hilarious.

I thought I should get in touch and give credit where it’s due.

Here’s to you and good fucking ideas everywhere.

Best regards

MB

Fuck yeah! High five, world!

Do you know anyone with a shitty, stupid, immoral, regressive, time-wasting job which holds back not only their progress as individuals, but also our progress as a civilisation? Send them this letter today.

GROUPHUG!

October 3, 2012
We know that as a species, we are hitting the limits, in resources, pollution, and our impact on the natural world. We know that exponential growth in a closed system is dangerous. We know that we must reduce the impact of our society immediately or face widespread systemic failure. As makers and entrepreneurs, our task is to make these constraints work for us, and use our creativity to deliver progress without the costs we previously accepted as a side effect of our work. We have very little time, but we have an incredibly powerful tool at our disposal. We have to apply the power of the web to make change happen at all levels of society, transforming businesses, governments, and citizens on a massive scale. Beginning today, we will dedicate ourselves to this mission. We will work on projects with true meaning, that make the future a better place to be, rather than creating illusory short-term value. We hope you will join us. We have a lot of work to do.

The CleanWeb Manifesto

October 1, 2012
Make the lift slower than the stairs.

September 18, 2012
Rave police.

The London riots are kicking off. The shit is going down and the police are scrambled. They arrive on the scene and block one end of the street with an enormous lorry. Helicopters circle over-head. At the other end of the street the police are armed with lasers and strobe lights. What the fuck is going on? And then it happens. They pull back the canvas sides of the lorry to reveal: THE POLICE RAVE UNIT.

It’s hard not to meet violence with violence, especially if you’re scared, and the adrenaline is pumping. Which is often the way with police turning up at huge events like this. One side is young and full of frustration, the other is young, pumped, and wearing body armour. It’s a horrible accelerant, but it’s hard to think of other options. You need something new to defuse / diffuse the situation. Nothing says “I feel you, bro” like lots of people on E crescendoing in blissed out harmony to a 5 minute Chemical Brothers classic.

September 2, 2012
Everything is a fucking remix.

Take that, Apple.

August 27, 2012
PUBLIC ≠ PUBIC.

When it comes to interest, the Sun seems to have a hard time differentiating so I thought I’d help. However I’m not sure they’ll know mathematical notation, being the retarded fucksticks that they are.

What’s REALLY in the public interest is the name of the girl who sold the photos. I want to know what circumstances compel someone to behave so crassly.

August 24, 2012

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