Everyone wants a new post, but I think I've forgotten how to properly blog. Like how a coma patient's muscles begin to atrophy immediately, I've been writing in 140 character or less bursts for too long and I can't write an extended post worth a damn.
I love Twitter, I think it's great. The audio, photo and video apps for the iPhone make it an all-around more attractive solution than updating a clunky, HTML-ridden blog constantly. However, given that it's so user-friendly, it has drawn out all of the stupid people in the world and given them a voice and that's something that should be confined to the realm of Reality TV. Seriously, there are so many fuck-ignorant people on Twitter that, with each passing day, I become more convinced that stupid is, in fact, an epidemic.
And who knows, maybe there were that many stupid people on Blogspot, LJ and the like but they weren't aggregated and were therefore less visible. But I don't think that's true. You have to have a modicum of intelligence to run a blog (or the means to outsource the job), using a host for your photos and vids, knowing the HTML to place the links, creating scrollable menus and shit like that. And while the smallest amount of tech savvy may not make a person any less ignorant it does mean that they at least have the capability of learning.
If anything, Twitter encourages us to think as little as possible, do as little as possible and that is right up most people's alley, apparently. It even affects someone as handsome and smart as me. My tweets usually consist of a quotes from TV shows that I think are funny, or commentary on some sporting event, and I guess that annoys some people.
But, as awful as Twitter can be, it's one of the tools I use to cling to the friends I made in the past using this here blog. We've all lost touch with so many of the people that we knew in the halcyon days of 3 to 4 years ago, but (hopefully) managed to hold on to those that were dearest us. Twitter Direct Messages are basically the only way Anthony and I talk anymore, so, yeah, I use Twitter and Facebook and whatever else I can to keep in touch with the awesome people that I've met. And you should do the same. You should do more, actually. I'm really not that good of friend.
I've actually heard stories of some people who wanted to preserve those bonds of friendship so desperately that they moved less than a mile away from their new friends, imposed themselves during the Thanksgiving holiday and even tricked others into giving them jobs that they probably don't deserve. Which sounds like the machinations of a crazy person if you ask me.
The point is, our friends aren't just the people who live near us, or that we met at school anymore. They're all over the world, and thousands of miles and several timezones are no reason not to keep in touch. Holler at your boy, is what I'm saying.
Anyway, god bless all of you weirdos.
October 16, 2009
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Holler.
Thank you.
And sometimes, those maniacs even get invited to the friends' RELATIVES' house for Thanksgiving.
Talk about CREEPY.
CREEPY was a horror anthology comic published by Warren Publishing. It was in black and white, and it catered to adults, but not in the gross way that say, HEAVY METAL would cater to "adults". Meaning, it featured stories along the lines of M.C. Gaines' horror comics from the 1950'.
Later, Warren published EERIE magazine. Which, much to my chagrin, did not feature stories about the Great Lakes.
The only bit of the Warren magazines that live on is Vampirella. Who is kind of a skank.
I'm on facebook, which is one of the dumbest things ever, for the sole purpose of keeping in touch with out-of-town and/or internet friends.
Ubie - No doubt.
Sysm - Dark Horse resurrected CREEPY earlier this year.
Todd - That's pretty much why I'm on it. And to act like a weirdo in front of a bunch of people I have no intention of ever seeing again.
HOLLLLLLAAAAA
As a rule, I like to be about a year or two behind the times, i.e. I joined Myspace after it had been abandoned, and now I'm on Facebook. I figure I'll get to Twitter shortly after my ten year old son decides it's cool.
Diz - You have really nailed hollering at your boy. Thank you.
Grant - They're like text messages that everyone can see. I'm not sure the world is ready for some of our text message conversations.
Please see the following for reference:
Me: You know what Cheeto's should make? Mashed potatoes.
Grant: I believe you, but why?
Me: The crunchy cheesiness of Cheetos mixed with garlic creaminess. Think about it.
Grant: It would be awesome.
Me: It's the Jesus Christ of banquet extensions.
Grant: That's a bold statement.
Me: It would be a holocaust of flavor.
Grant: Not sure about that.
Me: That kind of pessimism is why we don't have flying cars and robot slaves.
Grant: I apologize.
Me: Apologies won't put food in my robot's belly.
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See what I mean?
As far as your original point, nobody really wanted a new post.
Sorry.
If I don't lie to myself, who will?
I just wanted to remind you to change your socks.
I have stopped using Twitter so much now I have rejoined Arsebook, but it is still very good and still amazes me how quickly it can connect people together.
And yes, I also miss the blogging "golden years" too...
Stupid Taoski won't friend me on Facebook, so I am snubbing him here.
*snub*
You sound like you have a vagina.
PS I'm back. I took pictures. Almost 800 of them, and they are ALL stellar.
I do have a vagina. It's been in Europe for the last couple weeks, but now it's back.
Where are these undoubtedly awesome picture posted, I want to look upon them.
Nice plural, Pierre.
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YOU'RE Pierre!
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