If my homie had not pointed it out, I wouldn’t have realized what was happening to my body.
Roid rage. I’m going to fucking kill you.
Not really. I can barely move, but hey if I don’t got the shakes like two hula dancers fucking.
I didn’t know what Twitter could do. Now, I know all kinds of things that it can do, and the best part is basically none of them matter still (so feel free to forget!).
When you get some friends hooked up on there it gets a lot better. Start tracking things with an instant messager and it becomes a living news ticker.
Knowing some things it can do is a good initial step in the direction of eventual progress. What I’d really like to see is the point of the damned thing. I can’t manage to describe it or find a description that really tackles what it’s for and why what it does could ever possibly matter. Also, how are twtr clients sensible when you can do everything a client does with almost any instant messaging program?
After just finishing James Gleick’s Faster quickly, I feel like I have some sort of problem with microupdates. I know I think I know I don’t really though.
I have begun conversion of the unnamed show holographic historical record into a more modern, list format. All shows will soon be indexed and available from the official The Unnamed Show Archives page forever (or until a long time).
I’ve just begun, so only the first few episodes are listed thus far. Call it a chance to catch up with old times. All shows are still available any time (but in ancient ghettoweb format) from here.
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