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Fay Dipper (try a text message, idiot!)

…actually, something going by such a title might “end up” being more interesting, or so you will see. I have been using computers for a long time, as well as being alive for a considerable amount. I have nothing to say healthily about Twitter.com, a website that for some reason is popular. In a recent article in Time magazine they wrote: “It’s like Facebook,” but without the Facebook—in a nutshell all it is is writing what you are doing like on Facebook, but with none of the other attributes therein. They talk about it on the radio, too, this geek guy on AM 640 on the weekends. He met a man that had 50 people coming after him on Twitter, and then the radio guy added himself to the list. Rare.

Okay, also in Time, the author’s article spoke about his addiction with Twittering a famous woman writer. He eventually quit and came to the conclusion that she did it in order to feel important. I began to think: I never want to have a famous woman writer as a girlfriend. That would suck, it just sounds so, yuk: her famous fingers punching away at the buttons, a twitter freak caught in the realm.

I don’t have anything to say about women, I will always love them: that seems like something a woman would be famous for, for crappy key-tapping like me. Why doesn’t she join up with Magnum and work for her fame like those great women. Or the woman that is currently living in Afghanistan, Sara Blake, that is writing books about that. I don’t know, just this lame-ass fuckin’ famous writer lady: Oh, the way she uses her words, she is so nimble, she knows every fancy word; anyway.

Okay, so I’m sure when the worldwide web didn’t exist there were many things that people did during all the hours of the day. Let me guess, you sliced out a bunch of this stuff so you could write what you’re doing? Hiking, canoeing, bike riding, shopping, drinking beer, making out, flying, reading magazines, doing athletic activities, studying for a test, etc. When you are out and about in life doing these things that normal folks do (I forgot murdering), how are you able to log onto the web, go to Twitter, enter your password, and then type it in?

Why don’t they have one where you enter a small painting or something cool instead of words? How can u just sit there and do that aren’t u supposed to be doing the thing you’re writing about? Okay, now I am sucking, sucking a fatty: well fuck, look what the fuck I am writing about: I’m writing about Twitter. (Earl doesn’t get it, but that’s what the world at large is for: to do things that I don’t understand.)

(photo by Earl Parker; Hollywood, CA; 2009)

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