i have a twitter and i follow both Mike Doughty and, strangely enough, Jhonen Vasquez, with it, along with my brothers and jameth the e-celeb.
Vasquez is really an insane fuck, too, and it's so middle school gawth to love him right now, but he'll post these 10-part tweets in which he explains the real uses of his consoles when he's not taunting children for having gamertags related to his comics on Call of Duty.
11 hours into broken 360. The Wii tries to cheer me up by making cookies, but accidentally gets trapped in the oven. The PS3 just stares.
Wii is recovering in it's usual place, stuffed under a cabinet. The PS3 has generated a hot apple pie from nothingness to mask the smell.
The Wii, muffled, cries, begging me to play yet another Mario Kart, or something where Mario eats a sandwich part 8. PS3 goes for a smoke.
PS3 comes back in, its cold shark eyes shining. "Want I should cut him?" it says, gesturing with a knife towards the Wii. I think on it.
it's sort of like fanfic drabbles, except that the original author is the one who can't seem to help himself.
or things as simple and brick-shitting as this:
No, I was not at the New York Comicon. 10:08 PM Feb 7th from web
Not this year. Not in human form, anyhow. 10:12 PM Feb 7th from web
but other than that, yeah, lots of people do just post about what they're eating and how many pieces of toast they've had in a day. i was using it to keep track of the value of my British currency until i stopped giving a shit.
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Date: Friday, February 13th, 2009 05:08 am (UTC)Vasquez is really an insane fuck, too, and it's so middle school gawth to love him right now, but he'll post these 10-part tweets in which he explains the real uses of his consoles when he's not taunting children for having gamertags related to his comics on Call of Duty.
11 hours into broken 360. The Wii tries to cheer me up by making cookies, but accidentally gets trapped in the oven. The PS3 just stares.
Wii is recovering in it's usual place, stuffed under a cabinet. The PS3 has generated a hot apple pie from nothingness to mask the smell.
The Wii, muffled, cries, begging me to play yet another Mario Kart, or something where Mario eats a sandwich part 8. PS3 goes for a smoke.
PS3 comes back in, its cold shark eyes shining. "Want I should cut him?" it says, gesturing with a knife towards the Wii. I think on it.
it's sort of like fanfic drabbles, except that the original author is the one who can't seem to help himself.
or things as simple and brick-shitting as this:
No, I was not at the New York Comicon. 10:08 PM Feb 7th from web
Not this year. Not in human form, anyhow. 10:12 PM Feb 7th from web
but other than that, yeah, lots of people do just post about what they're eating and how many pieces of toast they've had in a day. i was using it to keep track of the value of my British currency until i stopped giving a shit.