I couldn't find a spoon in my desk drawer, so I'm eating my applesauce like a cat drinks water. I bet I'll be embarrassed if someone comes around the corner into my cubicle
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You bring a valid question to the solution process for this predicament. My first reaction is "I'm not opposed to that idea" followed by my second, rather adult reaction, which is "I haven't washed my hands in about three hours." Hmmm.
Karen and I actually made a Twitter friend at a concert last night ... although that wasn't good enough for her to get us backstage with her to meet Blues Traveler. Basically, we should all be Twittering. Always.
How does one do this? You saw her physically Twittering and mentioned that you did too? Or you saw one of her Twitter posts while you were at the show, looked around, and then found her? I'm curious about the process!!
She was standing right next to us, and when I went to go to the bathroom, she started chatting Karen up. I had noticed her Twittering, and I suppose in theory I could have asked her about it. And if I'd been so inclined, I could probably have searched for posts on Twitter about Blues Traveler and found anyone else Twittering about the show and responded to their tweets. I was not so inclined.
I do wish I'd thought to follow Blues Traveler's Twitter, since I think that's part of how she got her backstage pass.
When I'm at my desk and I'm hungry, all conventions fly out the window. I somehow haev wound up with a lot of extra knives. Knives are perfectly fine for things like applesauce and yogurt.
made me think of this, i dont know why......thiswakingdreamOctober 7 2009, 22:23:32 UTC
There was a computer game, I was given it, one of my friends gave it to me, he was playing it, he said, it’s brilliant, you should play it, and I did, and it was…
Of course I have to spend a lot of time playing it. So do my friends. And their friends. And just the people you meet, you can see them, walking down the old motorways or standing in queues, away from their computers, but they play it in their heads in the meantime, combining shapes, puzzling over contours, putting colors next to colors, twisting signals to new screen sections listening to the music.
Sure, people think about it, but mainly they play it. My record’s eighteen hours at a stretch. 40,012 points, 3 fanfares…
I wonder what happened to TV. There used to be TV. I wonder what will happen when I run out of canned food. I wonder were all the people went…
And when the power goes off for good then I Will play it in my head until I die.
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I probably could do with some coffee, though. I should just get up and get a spoon...
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Nah, LJ needs more awesome randomness like this. Before Twitter all that sort of stuff went here!
mmmm applesauce.
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I do wish I'd thought to follow Blues Traveler's Twitter, since I think that's part of how she got her backstage pass.
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When I'm at my desk and I'm hungry, all conventions fly out the window. I somehow haev wound up with a lot of extra knives. Knives are perfectly fine for things like applesauce and yogurt.
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one of my friends gave it to me, he was playing it,
he said, it’s brilliant, you should play it,
and I did, and it was…
Of course I have to spend a lot of time playing it.
So do my friends. And their friends.
And just the people you meet, you can see them,
walking down the old motorways
or standing in queues, away from their computers,
but they play it in their heads in the meantime,
combining shapes,
puzzling over contours, putting colors next to colors,
twisting signals to new screen sections
listening to the music.
Sure, people think about it, but mainly they play it.
My record’s eighteen hours at a stretch.
40,012 points, 3 fanfares…
I wonder what happened to TV. There used to be TV.
I wonder what will happen when I run out of canned food.
I wonder were all the people went…
And when the power goes off for good then I
Will play it in my head until I die.
-"Virus", poem by Neil Gaiman 98'
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