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Mar. 31st, 2012 10:43 pmSeems like a lot of people on my flist are having a rough week. Makes my head cold seem downright enjoyable by comparison. I'm sorry, you guys, and I hope you get through it. I wish I could offer you some serious consolation, but this is the internet, so please enjoy this gif of a dolphin being a real dickbag instead:
What's with celebrities on Twitter a) begging for followers; and/or b) retweeting people who tweet them about how awesome they (the celebrities) are? I mean, it's not like I'm surprised they're not all humble, barely-coherent inanity like ZQ, but you're already famous. If you need to retweet people who tell you they love you in order to encourage more people to tweet to you telling you they love you, you might have a personality disorder. Or you might be William Shatner. I love the Shat, but he is SO GUILTY of this.
Speaking of Twitter, I know I posted an abbreviated version of this over there, but I think it's worth repeating. So my dad and I are watching L.A. Confidential, which is one of my all-time favorite movies (and not JUST because of pre-bloat-era Russell Crowe)(but a little bit because of that), and he sees fit to pause the movie to comment on one of the cars: "That there's a 1951 Ford. That's the first car I can remember my family owning -- black, just like that one. It's also the car your Uncle Kenny fell out of when [your grandmother] took a corner too fast. She didn't slow down enough, and... [explanatory hand gesture] out he went."
This explains A GREAT DEAL about Uncle Kenny.
What's with celebrities on Twitter a) begging for followers; and/or b) retweeting people who tweet them about how awesome they (the celebrities) are? I mean, it's not like I'm surprised they're not all humble, barely-coherent inanity like ZQ, but you're already famous. If you need to retweet people who tell you they love you in order to encourage more people to tweet to you telling you they love you, you might have a personality disorder. Or you might be William Shatner. I love the Shat, but he is SO GUILTY of this.
Speaking of Twitter, I know I posted an abbreviated version of this over there, but I think it's worth repeating. So my dad and I are watching L.A. Confidential, which is one of my all-time favorite movies (and not JUST because of pre-bloat-era Russell Crowe)(but a little bit because of that), and he sees fit to pause the movie to comment on one of the cars: "That there's a 1951 Ford. That's the first car I can remember my family owning -- black, just like that one. It's also the car your Uncle Kenny fell out of when [your grandmother] took a corner too fast. She didn't slow down enough, and... [explanatory hand gesture] out he went."
This explains A GREAT DEAL about Uncle Kenny.
