I have nothing to say, really.
Fuck off.
It was the manic, unbalanced voice of somebody on the verge of madness, trying to escape office life through the magic portal of Twitter. It was great.
Okay, that was not supposed to be auto-published already. Eh, well.
Just trying ThinkUp. It’s pretty awesome.
Twitter is such a fleeting, temporary medium.1 I just looked at my Twitter favorites.2 Most of the stuff there is complete nonsense outside of the context of the moment.3
Let’s take for example this:
I mean, it’s obviously true, but without the context not very enlightening.
“He is snuggling with a huge comb!” – what?
I don’t even know how to explain that one.
“Now a machete.” I don’t remember the context. Damn.
Addendum: Apparently that last one does not need a context.
I know I’ve said I’d write a lot about what’s happening during my trip to my blog, but it looks like this is not going to happen. I do keep notes and take pictures, but usually I’m too tired to write much one I’d have the quiet time to do so.
It is pretty amazing, though, how much I miss just twittering little impressions. For example right now – I’m sitting at the hotel breakfast room, typing this on my phone. It’s rather empty, so the girl who is overseeing the whole thing, has time to woo over the baby of a guest. Which is quite an adorable scene – and it’s those little impressions like that which I could capture via short tweets but wouldn’t note down and blog about later.
Well, bummer. I’m going to have another steamed bun. Best hotel breakfast ever.
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