TeamWorks Approved
This is apparently, the Team Works approved Twitter list. This is a list compiled by Neal Santos of the crispy, keeps it funky all the time bunch. Is it you?
This Twitter Life: A Conversation
This was a random conversation that occurred earlier this evening:
Real Tweet with Acid Squid
Deacon87: who wants to eat some caps and watch Fantastic Planet with me
acid_squid: count me in. I’ll bring my copy of Baraka #CYOA
Deacon87: what other classic brain melters can we add?
acid_squid: I can bring my Skinny Puppy 12”s and we can watch Follow that Bird on mute #soundslikeaplan
Deacon87: you just blew what little mind I had left right outta the back of my head!
acid_squid: I know how to choose my own adventure.
Follow @acid_squid Follow @Deacon87 via: the87stickupkids
The Big Switch
I know, I know, BlackBerry for life. I was the same way, and always said I would never give in to the evils of the iPhone. Things done changed.
Two weeks ago, I’m sitting in my office when Meghan (my girlfriend) walks in. I was confused because very rarely does she venture down to the “trap”. I was on a call, but once I was done she pulls this little black box out of her purse and puts it on my desk. She apparently went out that afternoon and bought his & hers iPhones.
Fuck, I was ecstatic and confused all at the same time. What am I going to say to all my fellow BlackBerry comrads, and all the people I preached the gospel to? Am I some sort of smart phone Uncle Tom? I must confess, I am thoroughly impressed and this device has now become the biggest distraction in my life. I can catch a fucking Twitter and blog from this thing. All aboard the loser cruiser. I am officially now “that” asshole.
Where you been at…
So, I have been sleeping on this blog shit for a minute. I’ve been through a couple, dumped a Blogspot a while back to start gettin’ with WordPress as it seemed to be what al the mature kids were doin’.
It’s been a long cold summer. Lazy afternoons spent sipping coffee or beers in the backyard, hanging with the neighborhood crew, searching for that next “something”. Shit has gone stagnant for me; I used to be on the prowl on a regular basis looking to get my hands dirty and put in that work hopin’ to turn something out.
Regardless, this summer was the summer of death and well…Twitter. While Twitter has proven to be a fun outlet for our virtual mind spray, it also turned out to be the quickest way to spread the word of death. It came across like some sort of grim reaper sweeping through our social networking mediums in the form of a “fail”. While making mass amounts of new aquaintences you couldn’t help but, in some small way share in the feelings of loss they felt at the hand of what was to be dubbed…The Summer of Death.
Seasons have since changed, and we get into hybernation phase, where in hopes of all the loss and contemplation everyone will re-evaluate what they are fully capable of.
Assholes of the world unite, create, and make something big happen.
A word from the editor.
And with that, I leave you this.
Twitter-Something Girls Do In Their Pants
So a little while back I was in NYC having dinner and sake with my good buddy Project Matt, and Twitter came up. When he found out I didn’t “Twitter” he gave me a sideways look as if I just said that I had ever used a telephone before. After him speaking the fun-time gospel of Twitter I gave in and opened my twitter feed. At first I was lost in this social networking fiasco of 140 characters per post. Anyone who knows me, knows that it is next to impossible for me to get anything accomplished in a simple 140 characters. Needless to say, I found some buddies, followed some weirdo celebrities, and some people started following me. What next…do I just start rambling in this public forum? The answer is YES! For a few weeks I was addicted to “twatting” out my most random anecdotes. Then I started to realize that I really didn’t care what other people wanted to “twat” about. This social networking business is a two way street, and I assume that I am supposed to have equal interest in other people’s lives.
My biggest grief was reading twits about how beautiful the weather was, how wonderful someone’s dinner happened to be that evening, or who they were hanging out with that night. How was I supposed to respond to this, or was I even supposed to respond to this-should I just read the twit and move along? I kept thinking to myself-this is fucking dumb. We have become exhibitionists to the fullest extend of weirdo’ism. Downloading Twitter software to our “smart” phones, Tweetdecks to our desktops for optimal “tweeting”, what the fuck is going on? Everyone is virtually exploiting their day to day lives so that we can all be voyeurs reading your every move 140 letters at a time.
Regardless, I still find myself tweeting and reading twats. Twitter is good for a few things, I can figure out which bar to not go to based off where everyone is tweeting they will be, I can find new cocktails to mix via Steve Buscemi’s tweets, or just spout off random, Tourette sydrome-esque bouts of shit-talking.
Finally, drunk texting has taken a backseat to drunk tweeting. Worst shit in the world.
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