Me via Twitter

Posted by Brent under Tweeting
  • “Wait, Wait… Don’t Tell Me” reveals that there’s no such thing as “old person smell.” That’s a lie: I smell them every day at the gym. #
  • The New Yorker, quoting Chinese online post post-Tibet: “Anyone who farts through the mouth will get shit stuffed down their throats by me!” #
  • Okay, it’s getting ridiculous — 12 hours away from Twitter and I can’t even go back far enough to catch up. The culling, it must happen. #
  • @Rsquared: BWA HA HA! Fail Whale party is overcapacity. Damn! #
  • @A6sinthe, my previous car’s name changed over the course of five years, from “Cinnamon” to “Katrina the Natural Disaster” to “Beer Can.” #
  • (My car was sky blue. Don’t know why it was called Cinnamon. I do know why it was called Katrina, however — and Beercan? Speaks for itself) #
  • Brightkite tells me @jessehattabaugh just checked in. Not sure who he is, but he’s next door to where I work. Brightkite’s a bit weird. #
  • @katiecake, amen, sister! #
  • I really, really don’t want to use the word “leavened” in catalog copy — but for the life of me, can’t think of an alternative. #
  • @Im_X1, sorry, can’t reveal such stuff on Twitter :) But thanks! #
  • More Cuil.com: Backlash against the backlash is the “ego searching.” But search anything. Results aren’t better than Google, often worse #
  • Overheard: “Never name your daughter Clam.” Or was that Clem. I like Clam better. #

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