i was telling my friend in oakland last night that reading twitter is like watching a bunch of sewer rats fight over a chicken bone. it is a convention center the size of russia filled with millions of people screaming their opinions into their own thimble-sized voids and hoping someone notices. what kind of masochistic feel-nothing sits there and reads twitter? for god’s sake.

also, sorry: is there anything worse than a “joke” twitter account? oh my god. maybe a “tech guy” twitter account. or someone who calls themselves an “author.” well you know what, i’m going to save myself some time and say the whole thing is a big turd haven.