I have nothing against Twitter myself, probably because I've never used it (though--full disclosure--I did sign up once because a friend invited me to, but then he never tweeted, twatted, twutted, so I stopped logging on, if indeed that is what one does to Twitter, log on [do you think, years before computers, the phrase "log on" was used by lumber town hookers to describe what they did last night: "Oh honey, it was pay day for the lumberjacks. I logged on all night long"?]). But I think seeing that this is 2010, the year after Twitter became so ubiquitous (if you refrain from partaking in something that is ubiquitous, are you ubiquitting?), it is high time to stop making its use "news." I realize that new technologies can change our world drastically, but eventually, like now for Twitter, they become rather dog bites man like the rest. Frankly, I can't believe people once lived un-psychotically in a world without readily available ice cubes, and while there once was a time when "Jay's Mini-Mart now carries ice cubes!" was undoubtedly big news, that time has now passed. So too with reports about who is now using Twitter. I don't want to hear another word about it until they come out with a device that will alert new mothers and fathers that their babies need a diaper change. Twetter, obviously. Good night--it's time for me to listen to some 8-tracks and play some pong.
The Replacements-Shutup
Some years ago I read a listing of a Pere Ubu CD on the Aquarius Records website, and the reviewer wrote something to the effect of "They have five e-mail addresses!" I'm also reminded of the end of the infamous reverse-order episode of Seinfeld, when his date tells him about e-mail, and he says "What are you, a scientist?"
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AND, you got through the Twelve Days of Christmas without posting your Heavy Metal poem; what's up with that?
Ooh, a request. Anybody want to hear "Freebird"? I can't imagine David Thomas juggling five different e-mail addresses and passwords. Something tells me a Heavy Metal Christmas poem is most appropriate for a hot day in July, though maybe the next uninspired day will find it posting up.
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