Mein Gott, I haven't updated this blog in a dog's year, though you could probably attribute that to the fact that I have nothing to angrily complain about, at least nothing that's not pressing or urgent enough to warrant such a response. Although I have to admit that the Twitter fad has me irked to the point where I would swallow asbestos before hearing another news story on how 'big' it has become. Personally, I follow Conan O'Brien's Twitter Tracker for all things related to that preposterously pointless website, that vapid hole of dullness where people pretend to be interested in the day-to-day happenings of your life when it's about as exciting or as scintillating as changing the bag on your vacuum cleaner.
Perhaps I'm speaking a little bit out of my ass, as I do have a Twitter that I experimented with occasionally over the course of two weeks, but the whole social networking thing has exploded to the point that it's getting a bit worrisome. A culture that worships lapping up the banalities of famous people, celebrities, fashion models, and foreign diplomats isn't a particularly interesting one, one that strikes me as borderline obsessed. No, not borderline, genuinely obsessed, as though we take some sort of deranged pleasure in knowing that, hey, Ashton Kutcher goes to the super market too. Maybe it's our way of giving comfort to ourselves, to know that others are sharing in our miserable, nebbish existences. Misery loves company, especially when that company has starred in atrocious romantic comedies that appeal only to pre-teens and stroke victims.
This entry is going to be rife with hypocrisy because I am on Facebook about 27 hours out of the day. And what discernible difference is there between Facebook and Twitter? With these new updates they roll out every month, soon to be nothing! So perhaps I'm a part of this cult that worships intimate knowledge of a person's life. I guess I should kill myself now.
Although I'm less into stalking celebrities and more into stalking my Facebook friends to see which of them are insufferable.
PS. There is no spoon. There is a fork though, if you check the dishwasher.
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