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Tweet about Twitter - Goldfish in a Bowl

Everyone Is A-Tweet About Twitter

Yes, another blog post on the internets about Twitter. Shock me, shock me with your completely original content! But Twitter must be doing something right to not only warrant this post, but the thousands upon thousands of other posts that have been circulating since the inception of the company. So what exactly is it all about?

I’ve had friends ask me what Twitter is, how it works, what makes it special, and most recently, what its business model is, thanks to an in-depth report by the San Francisco Chronicle. My usual responses to said questions are usually along the lines of “Twitter is like the status updates on Facebook. Easy user interface means it’s simple to get started. Real time information gathering from friends and news sources, as well as top notch voyeurism. I have no idea how they’ll make money”.

To be honest, I can’t really think of a way Twitter can legitimately make money unless they decide to start running ads (which would, in my opinion, ruin the sites aesthetics), or, as the Funnelholic says, they sell that puppy to Google and we all move on with our lives. I’ve already accepted Google’s eventual world domination, so it would make sense that they would be the ones to acquire the all powerful Twitter.

I’ve been on Twitter since late 2007 (I am an early adapter, I’m bragging, I rock), and only recently have seen a giant spike in its popularity. Celebrities such as Demi Moore, Shaquille Oneal and Jack of Jack in the Box fame are all users; internet personalities (and must follows) Kevin Rose, Scott Beale and Nick Douglas are on here too. But why? Why put yourself out there for thousands to see your everyday moves and your thoughts about Obama’s executive salary cap or that link to the video with the thing that made you laugh five minutes ago?

Because why not? Clearly this is a day and age where privacy takes a back seat to ego and popularity, so why not broadcast your lunch to your peers? Why not re-tweet that funny musing from that guy you’ve never met but happen to follow? Why not? But not all tweets are created equal you see. Some are actually trying to get the message out to the masses; some are helping spread the word about charities, new technology, or just plain news. It’s all there, a mish-mash of personal outbursts, legitimate stories, and YouTube links. And that what makes Twitter great. It’s all there; you pick and choose what you want to use it for, and what you want to get out of it. This is what makes Twitter…umm…”twitterific”. “Twamazing”? “Twick-ass”!

So here ends the 1034^th blog posting about Twitter; now that you’re completely saturated with Twitter knowledge and knowhow, my advice to you would be to simply give it a shot and check it out; see for yourself. Oh, and follow me while you’re at it.

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Safeways Delivery Fee? TOTALLY WORTH IT. - Goldfish in a bowl

I had a plan; granted I’m not a huge believer in new years resolutions, I was going to write about the few that I made for my self last week (ride my bike more, stop dating guys with serious ex-girlfriend issues, abuse my friends in-apartment laundry more often, etc), but then I went grocery shopping and HOLY HELL WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS?!

I know grocery shopping on a Monday night is an awful idea, if not the worst idea in the history of mankind, but I was dropping off some things at a friends house in the Marina and thought, “well, I do need some salsa….”

BAD MOVE KIMOSABE. I did it wrong. Epic FAIL. Any other euphemisms to describe what a terrible choice this was. And here is why:

PARKING LOT: The Marina Safeway has what can be described as quite possibly the worst designed parking lot in the whole Western hemisphere. Not only is it always jammed with asshole drivers, but also clueless pedestrians. I almost ran over 2 elderly ladies, 1 family whose kids decided that running in zig-zaggy circles was an awesome idea, and 2 couples who were just chatting it up in the middle of the lane. BEEP BEEP ASSHAT, I’M COMING THROUGH.

INSIDE BUILDING: I thought I was going to have an aneurism. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! Don’t you come to the store with some sort of “plan of attack” like normal humans?? 98% of Safeways are built the exact same; it’s not hard to make a list, and attack the necessary aisles efficiently, and get on with your shopping. At least I thought it was that easy. Guy in the bread aisle with his cart parked right in the middle deciding if this week it’s going be whole wheat or 7-grain. Couple milling about the juices, arguing over which flavor of Capri Sun they want (Pacific Cooler vs. Cherry). Mild or sharp cheddar….HMMMM. Why is all the pasta gone? Is there a shortage on carbs? THE GREAT PASTA FAMINE OF 2009 MUST BE UPON US! LET’S MAKE A SCENE! Holy hell you people are BLOWING MY MIND RIGHT NOW! Am I the only person who took less than 10 minutes (+/- a few spent dodging completely self absorbed slow walkers and browsers) to get what I needed and get out? Apparently so.

CHECKOUT LINE: Is it just me, or are there other people out there who always get the checker in the 15 and under line that takes a century to scan produce. Seriously, how long does it HOLY CRAP is that guy STILL in the bread aisle?! WHHHYYYYYYYY?

The good news? I didn’t kill anyone. Better news? I got the last box of the pasta shells in the store. FTW.

It was just HALLOWEEN TIME, did you dress up as Palin? - Goldfish in a Bowl

Goodness I hope not, that was one of the more hyped-up outfits of the year, and thankfully I didn’t see ANY Palin’s running around Vegas.

Did someone say Vegas? I heard Vegas and Halloween within the same paragraph-ish.

Alas, it’s true. I, as well as fellow blogtastic Nintendo Power Glover Matt were there (separately, although we did cross paths at Dan Marino’s Wing Hut at the Hooters around 2am) celebrating the holiday with excitement, crazy costumes, and drinks. Lots and lots of drinks. So instead of talking about relevant and important issues, like the recent election, the UK’s slash in interest rates by 3%, or that crazy rabid fox that attached itself to a runner in Arizona this past week, I’ll be giving my thoughts on Halloween, Vegas, and on whatever randomness I feel like.

Best Halloween Costumes I Saw:

1. Rubik’s Cube: Now, I’m all about constructing your own costume and whatnot, but I’m pretty anti costumes that get in my way when walking around, hence my dislike of ever wearing wings. But the Rubik’s Cube…SHEER GENIUS. I mean, it was perfect. The guy seemed relatively agile in it (clearly he had been practicing walking around in costume at his local mall), it was well built (IT MOVED!), and the guy was never without a drink in his hand. Bravo!

2. Green Man: OMFG GREEN MAN?! Seriously, I had to take a picture with him I was so excited. “Always Sunny In Philadelphia” is one of my favorite shows, and this ode to Charlie’s “Green Man” was just…wow. Not sure what Green Man is? Seriously, click HERE, be amazed.

3. OLD GREGG: Words do me no justice. Just WATCH

What I Wish I Had Seen: 3 hole-punch Jim from “The Office”. I don’t know why hat cracks me up, it just does.

Vegas Clubs: The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

1. Rain (The Good): Paul Oakenfold spins there. To make it better, he brought DAVID GUETTA up on stage with him. Now, I’m by NO MEANS a club rat, but even I know who he is. Does it get any better than this? Hell no. Ok, maybe the falling possibly toxic foam was a little…umm…scary, but it was Halloween, right? I should prolly get checked out by a doctor, some of that definitely fell into my drinks.

2. Tabu (The Bad): Now, Tabu isn’t THAT bad, I mean, it’s kinda trasher as far as Vegas clubs go. It’s like the Jersey of nightclubs; you know it’s there, you don’t really want to go, but sometimes you get bullied into it. So naturally, upon entering the bar, we did Jager Bombs. I mean, come on, how can you not?

3. Studio 54 (The Ugly): On Halloween night, we waited in line. Mind you, this is a mediocre club to begin with, but NOT worth waiting in line for that long. So, we split to find bigger, better things, like seeing fat chicks in rainbow-brite costumes and blackjack tables. So take THAT 54. Pffffffffff.

Gratuitous Shout Out To Best Mash Artist Alive:

Girl Talk. BOUNCE THAT.

Halloween Traditions I Wish Would Die:

1. Giving out toothbrushes to trick-or-treaters. This was the worst thing that could happen to you on Halloween, next to being Silly-Stringed by the older, popular kids or having to be chaperoned by your mother at the ripe old age of 13. Who the hell is gonna even USE your crappy Crest toothbrush anyways Mr. Dentist? I’ve got a pretty sick Oral-B waiting for me at home thankyouverymuch. Now where’s my damn Kit-Kat bar?

2. People who decorate their front lawns with fake spider webs. Unless you’re a professional set designer or work as a window display bitch at the Macy’s, chances are you are going to DO IT WRONG. When was the last time you ever saw a spider web that was clumpy and looked like someone’s cat destroyed a throw pillow. Never you say? Shocking.

3. Scary Movie Marathons: Hey, TV networks! Halloween stopped being scary over the age of 6 a lonnnnng time ago. I do not care to watch “Pet Cemetery II” on repeat tonight, nor do I want to see “Saw 32” at the local Cineplex. NEXT.

Totally Necessary Information For You, The Reader:

In case you haven’t heard, the GSBN will be having a totally bitchin’ garage sale/drinking party on Saturday, November 15^th in the Mission on 19^th St. (message the network for details). Sale starts at 9am, bring your junk, bring your PBR, and most importantly, bring your smiles, because that’s what really sells random crap.

That’s all from me folks, be sure to tune in next week when I’ll be discussing the pitfalls of finding roommates on Craigslist.org, and how their recent crackdown on their prostitution ads has affected it. Good day.

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Olympics Blog Post - Goldfish in a Bowl

Still thinking about the Summer Olympics? Ya, me too….

So the Summer Olympics ended a little over a week ago, and I am still surprised at the coverage that is still being dedicated to the games (more specifically, the coverage on Michael Phelps’s love life or endorsement deals). So it got me thinking about the games themselves, and what sports matches were hyped up over others, which sports made the cut, and which sports will be cut after these Olympics. Upon concluding hours and hours of research on the history of the Olympics (aka one, maybe two Wiki articles and an errant Google search), I have come up with a list of sports that I think should be added, cut, or brought back to the grand old tradition that are the Olympics. Because dammit, isn’t this what global unity is all about?

Sports that should be CUT:

1. Ping Pong: Not that I have anything against Ping Pong, I just think it’s not an Olympic worthy sport. Can you imagine the ancient Greeks seriously playing this game (totally naked wearing wreathes on their heads, naturally)? No, because it’s just a game of really solid hand-eye coordination. If this stays in, why not put in Wii Golf or something. Same thing, right? And no, it’s not Table Tennis, it’s freaking PING PONG, and get over it.

2. Canoeing: It’s a damn camping trip activity, not a sport. Try to say this out loud and in all seriousness: “I’m a professional Canoer”. Now think about how dumb you sound. NEXT.

3. Handball: I played handball in the 3^rd grade and totally dominated (or so my Mom tells me). Maybe I can be on the Olympic team too.

4. Badminton: I don’t actually think that Badminton should be out of the games. It is one of the most underrated and hilarious sports to watch. These athletes have a serving speed of about 90 on a tennis court, yet the birdie travels at a breakneck speed of what seems like .5mph. Come one, you know you secretly loved watching this sport too.

So agile, such grace. HOW IS THIS NOT HILARIOUS?!

Sports that should be ADDED/BROUGHT BACK:

1. Lacrosse: Yes, I’m super biased; I played in high school and college. This is more of a sport than Ping Pong on every level imaginable. It’s also gaining popularity worldwide, as well as its super fast paced and only for the truly most badass athletes. Point: Erika the Goldfish

2. Rugby: Holy crap, have you ever seen a Rugby game and not thought “WTF is going ON?!” Those guys (and ladies) are so f’ing brutal and beastly how can it not be a recognized Olympic sport? Oh wait, gotta make room for those hard core Fencers…

3. The Bear Grylls Marathon: You race against Bear in the Louisiana Swamp (or Outer Mongolia) and you try your damn hardest not to be totally embarrassed and humiliated by his total awesomeness. Points awarded for how much game you catch and eat raw, how many liters of your own urine you drink and how many times you look in the camera and say “When I get into situations like this, I like to think of my wife and kids, they keep me motivated and alive.”

4. Kickball: Oh yes, I said it. But it has to be the way that kickball is really played: totally sloshed. Flip cup tournaments and chug-offs determine the winner in sudden death. Hey, there is SOME running involved, and I know plenty of people who have broken limbs or gotten some nasty grass burns from sliding into plates while all hopped up on Faderade. Now THAT is dedication to sport.

Any other additions or subtractions are welcome. I recently heard that London is bringing back Softball for their games, which I am really pumped about (most of the team is from my alma mater, BEAR DOWN Arizona!), and still cutting baseball, which I am alright with. Until then, I will be training for the inevitable inclusion of Kickball into the games with fervor and spirit, so I can represent the U.S.A. in all its drunken glory.

Where Cell Service And Technology Go To Die. - Goldfish in a Bowl

I had plans. Big plans. I was going to the Farnborough Air Show in sunny England, where technology happily meets and mates with big missiles and really fast, loud fighter jets that go VROOOOMMM and shake you to your very core. And I was happy! And excited! But this was not to last. My yearly trip to my favorite event had run into a few snags and hiccups, mostly concerning my lack of money and a mother who is very good at the art of the “guilt trip”.

So instead of spending a glorious 2 weeks taking in all the new, hot gadgets and tech surrounded by guys with hot English accents, I boarded a plane with my mother.

To Wisconsin.

Now, Wisconsin isn’t that bad, really. Well, most of it isn’t. I spent some time with family in Madison and Milwaukee, eating and drinking for free, and sleeping on pull out couches. Not so bad really. That is, until we took a trip up to Minocqua to visit my Auntie.

Did you know that in Minocqua, you get NO cell service? I’m not talking just at the lake or in the woods; I’m talking about the ENTIRE TOWN. Nothing! Talk about a serious case of nomophobia. At first it was pleasant, not waking up to 30 emails, no forced chats on the phone, it was great.

For about 10 minutes. After that, all hell broke loose. What’s going on outside this secluded northern town? Did everyone forget about me? How am I going to respond to that Yelp Elite event? OMFG is that a dead bear stuffed in the corner of the living room? Am I next? This string of questions went on for pretty much the entire duration of my stay in BFE Wisconsin. It made me realize how dependent I am on the internet and general technology, and how the people up in Minocqua really couldn’t give a crap about it. I imagine it’s an addiction based on circumstance, but really I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So just an FYI, if you ever plan on going to Wisconsin, bring along a cell booster, your own wireless adaptor and heavy doses of morphine to dull the pain of the monotony. That is unless you like being back in 1956. Then by all means, go, venture on brave one.

Green Is Sooo The New Black - Goldfish in a Bowl

My view on going green and global warming

Going green in California is like saying that we should all breathe air at some point in our lives. It’s a given. Growing up here you’re instilled with habits like recycling, turning off lights when you leave a room, turning off the tap while brushing your teeth, that sort of thing. It’s always been a no-brainer for me; it’s just been not only the right thing to do, but also habit.

Now going green is the new rally cry of America, and everyone is jumping on board the green train. Great, good for them, super glad to hear it. But do I really need to hear about it every single day non-stop? Especially in San Francisco, arguably the most green obsessed city on Earth?

No, no I do not.

Look, I’m already continuing on my green quest, and upping the ante a little bit. I’m painting my apartment with organic, non-toxic paint so that I can dispose of it in the regular garbage and it doesn’t smell like chemicals. I’m thinking of selling my small SUV for one of those Smart Cars (mainly because they’re cute, look like Furby’s and I can park ANYWHERE. I mean anywhere!), and I always take my canvas bags to the grocery store to use instead of paper bags. What else does Al Gore want me to do? Stop taking showers, grow dreadlocks and protest slaughterhouses? Wait, I’m sure that’s exactly what I’m expected to do as a Californian.

I’m fairly sure that the reason that both the left and right coasts are so big on going green is because subconsciously, we all know that Middle America will never go green. Not until they start making tractors that run on bio-fuel and the pick-up truck is no longer en vogue. I’m guessing that being caught driving a Prius in Texas is punishable by five years in prison, or even the fast track to the electric chair. So is Middle America to blame for the constant stream of green propaganda on both coasts? Sure, why not.

Going green is a great thing, everyone should really be more conscious about their waste and how they go about lives. It’s like going on a life diet; it’s not easy, you’re going to screw up every once in while, but you’ll end up feeling better about yourself by sticking to it. But I am getting tired of people throwing around the green buzz words like “carbon footprint”, or “zero emissions”, things us in San Francisco have become accustomed to hearing on an almost daily basis. I don’t need to be reminded daily that I’m killing the planet by not wearing organic threads, okay?

And with that said, if anyone from Green Peace is reading this, please stop posting your minions up on every freaking street corner. How can I avoid your condescending stares and petition pushing if you won’t just let me be? Hippies.

Slangin’ The Word

My favorite slang word would most definitely be “Hoochanka”. Coined by a surly bartender down in Tucson, AZ, it describes a girl somewhere between slutty sorority girl and flat out prostitute. Not yet popular in use, hoochanka is widely used in, well, my circle of friends. So I guess this is hoochanka’s coming out party. I even used it last night! Working at the bar, I see my fair share of Hoochankas. These two girls walked in last night, complete with hooker heels, short jean skirts covered by their boobalicious empire waste going-out shirts, extensions and a face that looks like they fell straight first into a MAC counter (overly made up with shiny make-up, ugh). I wish I had a picture that I could post, but I’m sure everyone knows or has seen some hoochanka’s out there.

I Think Technology Has Made Me Dumberer - Goldfish in a Bowl

I have no memory. Well, I mean, I do remember things, but not very well. I could put the blame on myself, the binge drinking on the weekends, or lack of easy to practice memory exercises, but no, I chose technology as my scapegoat.

That’s right, I’m blaming one of my true loves for my inability to retain….anything.

But it’s not just me, it’s everyone! Technology has wrought upon us a great plague. A plague of idiocracy, of shame, of crazy weird phobias that teeter the line between pathetic and hilarious (re: Nomophobia - n. Short for no-mobile phobia, it's the anxiety produced by losing cell phone contact, for lack of coverage or power. A recent survey in the UK estimates that half of its citizens are afflicted. The condition is said to be as stressful as a root canal.) Is this what the world is coming to? Is that what I am destined to become? A person who not only fears technology but also craves it to survive? What a conundrum.

Facebook and other social networks help you maintain the façade that you’re still in touch with your old roommate from the Frat house and that we *might* give a damn, but we all use it incessantly and obsessively. Text messages make every interaction a little less sociable, yet we can all hack a message out in less than 30 seconds to that hottie at the bar from Friday night. Evite and other email invitations take the fun and formality out of sending party announcements, but do we really want to handwrite all those names? Would it be so bad if we took a step back from the computer, from the smart phone, and actually picked up a pen, used a telephone to make an actual call, reached out to a friend in person? Maybe. But maybe I don’t want to really talk to that guy from Art History 325 and am fine with just seeing his updates on the FriendFeed. Maybe texting expedites the time to get in touch with someone who might be in a meeting, or in a library (a what now?). But do these technological advances help or hinder humanity, and more importantly, my memory?

I’m still torn on if technology is the greatest evil in the world or a blessing from above. Its one of those “chicken or the egg” situations; Do I not remember what I was doing two Saturdays ago because I know someone will post pictures to remind me, or…..you know what, I completely lost what I was going for there. SEE what I mean? I can’t remember what I am even blogging about! Here I am trying to write about memory and technology, and I can’t remember the point I was gonna make. This is pretty pathetic. I guess I really am just another goldfish in the bowl of life.

And for the record, I think I might suffer from a slight case of Nomophobia. I should probably go see a therapist about that.

OMG, it’s the 2008-2009 Guide to Acronyms (according to me and my BFF’s, LOL!) - Goldfish in a Bowl (Erika)

You’ve all seen it, all have mimicked it; that AT&T commercial with the little girl (and later Grandma) who only speaks in acronyms. “IDK, my BFF Jill”. Ugh, gag me with a spoon. Granted, it’s a completely overplayed segment, but it got a lot of people (re: older generation) wondering what the hell was going on, and what the meaning of “TSNF” is.

Basically, acronyms are the new go-to vernacular of the dot com generation, a resurgence of the mercifully defunct valley-girl dialect, but, like, TOTALLY cooler. So I figured I would create a mini-guide to help out those “not in the know”. Now, let's tee off with the easy ones I needn't explain- the veritable putting green of acronyms, ones like OMG, LOL, FTW, IMHO, RTFM; if you don’t know what those mean, by all means, now is your time to close your Internet browser and never EVER log back on. You’ve been officially kicked off of the Internet. GTFO. I’ll be focusing on the Par 5’s; a few obscure, if not only used by my friends, acronyms that I use the most and I feel like I should share with the rest of the world so that people know WTF I’m talking about. I feel it’s my duty to impart this knowledge on you, oh lovely reader, so that at the very least you people can stop asking me what my status messages mean.

• DTM: This one came into existence in my senior year of college. It means “Dead To Me”. Used when referring to people (mainly guys) that have continually been complete asses to you, and as a chick you’ve reached your maximum on how much abuse you’ll take from douche bags. Example in context: “John didn’t call me like he said he would, AGAIN. Whatever, DTM. Shots!” Can also use CPOT as an alternative (that’s Certified Piece of Trash; use only if extremely PO’d).

• SAC (or SAK): Socially Awkward Crew (or Kid). This came about post-college upon meeting hordes of kids who didn’t opt to go to a major university. Studies have shown that kids who attend small, liberal arts colleges, and engaged in individualistic sports (running, chess, golf, anything really boring to watch on tv), as well as didn’t join any social establishment, have developed into people who aren’t very good at group social interactions. These people continuously earn the FAIL stamp during group-oriented social interactions. They are great one on one, but once you get into a group, so long normalcy, hello awkward turtle! This tendency is also accentuated if you’ve hooked up with a SAK; G*d help you then.

• ROFLCOPTER: Not so much an acronym, but it basically describes the act of ROFL with the act of break-dancing, or a hairstyle in the shape of, yes, a helicopter.

• NBD: I can’t be held responsible for this extremely contagious acronym; this belongs to a friend (RR) who has said it enough times that it worked it’s way into my lexicon, which spread like wildfire from there on out. It stands for No Big Deal, and really, I wish I could quit it. NBD….dammit.

• YDIW: Short and simple. You’re Doing It Wrong. Pretty self explanatory. A contemporary of GFY (Go F* Yourself), one of my favorites, and most frequently used

Welp, it’s short and sweet, but that’s just a general taste of some of the hot, up and coming acronyms that are being used everyday by yours truly, and the rest of my minions, errr, crew. Any thoughts or additions are welcome, don’t be a PITA about it though, otherwise you can GDN.

Erika : Garage Sale Symbol - Goldfish in a bowl

At the ripe old age of 24, one would think that Erika would know better; her lack of distinction between right and left have consistantly caused her to get lost in her own home town, put her contacts in the wrong eyes, and has brought embarrassment upon her friends and family.  She chose a major in medieval history from the University of Arizona because there are no right (or left) angles in history, just peasants who couldn't read.  And she was happy with this.  Now a professional internet junkie and moonlighter extraordinare, she spends her free time doing crossword puzzles, brainstorming excuses to bust out her banana suit, and thinking about cleaning her messy apartment, which will never happen.

Let's do this! - Goldfish in a bowl (Erika)

I just had a very frightening thought.  Not just any frightening thought, but more like a wave of panic.  It happened when I was doing research on this new social networking site called Plurk, then returning back to my Twitter page to update that, followed by checking my gchats, monitoring my Yoono account and updating my personal blog.  It completely hit me, and I think I'm recovered enough now to actually verbalize (or script?) my very scary and, dare I say it, eye-opening, "I think I just blew my own mind" thoughts:

Where do I, and everyone else out there on the tech forefront draw the line?  How many frickin' social networking sites can a person be on without going completely insane?  Or worse, becoming a person with no more secrets!  Ugh, the horror!  The pain!  The vain notion that people are craving my Tweets and Plurks and, well, whatever new web service with a name that has no vowels that comes out next!  ACK!

So here is what I propose for not only myself, but all those out there who have a "social networking problem", or are thinking of getting into the internet game.  Instead of inching closer to the imminent burst of the Web 2.0 bubble by creating more clones of preexisting websites like Facebook, Twitter, or Yelp, you work on the ones that already exist to optimize them (I consider Yelp a social tool; you have "friends", whats not social about that?). Engineers can rebuild them, they have the technology, they can make the networks better, stronger, faster, just like Steve Austin! But no bionic right arm or night vision...Yet.  But for the love of all that is holy and geeky, please PLEASE stop trying to reinvent the wheel, MySpace, whatever, unless you have something really original or groundbreaking.  Because frankly, I'm tired of joining all these sites just so I have something to talk about at the next nerdy tech party, and I'm not about to give up finding the new hot thing.  I'm just lazy and don't like having to sift through various half-assed attempts at being uniquer and revolutionary, only to realize that nothing about me is secret or mysterious anymore thanks to a billion social sites, and that I'm about 5 seconds away from complete internet saturation, and quitting the entire web altogether.  Scary huh?

Thats all I really have to say on that issue.  My poor little laptop and I are stressing out over internet overload, and demand a solution!  Results!  Justice!  More bandwidth!  So now if you'll excuse me, I've got to uninstall Xobni, send my brother the new jam by Tally Hall via Pownce, and go get some human interaction in the form of dinner with some friends.  Don't worry, I'll post pictures to Flickr and Facebook later.