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Thursday, July 2   >>


I love it when cable news programs do feature reports on internet phenomena. They treat it like exotic safari watching, with the implication that the viewer has never, ever, ever been exposed to applications like Twitter, Digg or Blogger.



Hands over fist, this Twitter thing is HUGE. Like, you know when you read retrospective pieces on trends, you think, "Yeah... you know, that pog thing really was a big fucking deal, huh?"

Well, this is the first time I'm actually noticing how huge this Twitter shit is in real-time. You really can't escape it. It's so bizarre to see young and old people leveled on the same cultural playing field.


The Mom just created a Facebook account.

"Be on my account!" She said.

"Be on my account" -- Cute.

Homegirl is smoking some nasty shit if she thinks I'm going to add her. The last thing I want to see is someone SuperPoke her, or find out that she's joined a virtual mafia. MA. MA. NO. LISTEN TO ME, MA. STICK TO SPIDER SOLITAIRE, MA. ALRIGHT?


Hey, assholes: Did you notice that Google indented their search results code, pushing listings further to the right?

This is very, very bothersome. I can only equate it to the feeling of seeing my window blinds partially open, 2 blinds up. I internally scream and want it to be completely shut. Or completely open. It's very halfway-to-puking feeling.