A week of tweets: 2010-05-30
- Enough with the rain. Going to LA, better be sunny. #
A week of tweets: 2010-05-23
- Slocum selected by Obama/Chu to figure out a way to stop oil leak. It’ll be fine now. Go HIF! http://bit.ly/aUakr8 #
- At It’s Tops with @phragments & @bellastar11 & @prawncocktail & their supercool matching ‘droids. Phone envy. #
- Why you shouldn’t trust saran wrap as a prophelactic… #
Rain, in LA? In May?
What next? Cats and dogs sleeping toghether?
A week of tweets: 2010-05-16
- iP connector Macho? #
- Search engine land has a good article about facebook privacy and accidental oversharing. http://tinyurl.com/2uvuby7 #
- NO! NO! :-( RT @SarahSOnline: RIP The Sarah Silverman Program – made official yestrdy. thnks to all who watched http://tumblr.com/xf79stsu7 #
3 capitals
Interesting bit of trivia, @phragments, how one can drive through the three capitals: but one only takes 90 seconds…
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made it to DC
It was a fun weekend with the Westtown gang.
A week of tweets: 2010-05-09
- Wow, that’s 4 police cars going west on lincoln code red #
- Facebook IPs? First reported on Dec 28 (that I see). But fun to play with #
- At my 25th high school reunion at Westtown School. #
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I guess people have some issues with facebook, or get the irony. Either way pretty cool that 495 people liked it in the first 10 minutes. And that’s from 2 of 8 servers (meaning 75% of visitors don’t see it yet).
I like that.
flatus
There’s somebody near me on this plane who has atomic farts. I mean wake you up with burning eyes from a deep, oxygen deprived, alcohol enhanced sleep coughing farts. Farts like I’ve never had the misfortune to experience before.
All the more amazing because plane ventilation systems normally draw air in around your feet and spray fresh air out above you, so the flow tends to suck the farts out before have to smell them, along with stinky feet and other body odors. But somehow these farts are fighting upstream and arriving still potent and fresh.
And it isn’t just a single fart, but fast and furious. You’re just getting over the last one and starting to nose-breathe again when the next one hits. I think the guy next to me suspects they’re coming out of my ass. Each time one wafts by he covers his nose with his shirt (hard to do with an oxford, but desperate times…) and glances my way. At what point, sitting next to someone on a plane, do you say “who cut that cheese?” Does the admission that you smelt it imply delt it?
Maybe I should very obviously let one fly in a olfactory lull in a testimony of sorts.