The interestingness of PrisonTweets sure to drop considerably after the Corrections Board mandates 100-character canned warning every 15 seconds stating, "This Tweet Comes From Imprisoned Inmate of the State of California Corrections System".
I once bitched on Twitter about the skanky dude at the web cafe who surfed porn all day. Not only did said dude jump a MILE in his chair when that post went out, but two cops walked in and checked him and his monitor over a few minutes later. Sadly, he'd switched to Amazon.com or something.
@raincoaster: are you saying both the perv and the cops follow you on twitter? i'm trying to think of all the reasons this might be, and none of them are good
Someone should make proprietary jailhouse tweet-delivering software, so you know the messages are really from the inside. These jailhouse Twitter users could be called Bird Men, and the software Alcatraz.
Here's the dirty little secret: there's nothing particularly glamorous about being an Ivy League grad. (I didn't go to Harvard or Yale, but have 2 Ivy degrees, with lots of relatives/friends/co-workers who are Ivy grads.) If you look at us (not just me, but my cohort, in our 40s), you'd probably call us successful.
But we're not Kennedys or Bushes. We tend to make decent money, but we're still dealing with mortgages, trying to avoid getting fat, filling out paperwork all day, figuring out who's going to drive the kids to soccer practice, wondering if we're going to end up divorced, trying to keep our values and our sanity intact.
I want to my alma mater's game Saturday. Game sucked, but beautiful weather, and a nice way to spend some time with my kids. It's nice to reminisce; I had a good college experience.
But Sunday when I did the grocery shopping, no one at the store cared where I went to college. Today I'm back at work, which is alternately boring and interesting, just like always. It's not any different from my friends and neighbors who went to State U, Adequate Catholic University with Famous Athletic Program, or Liberal Arts College You've Never Heard Of.
This isn't meant to be a whine; I recognize that I've got a pretty good life, particularly on the monetary side. But if going to an Ivy League school was as wonderful as Kamer makes it seem, why are so many of us wasting time commenting on Gawker?
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Kidding, you'll get a golf ball (NRA took my gun, said I was "unstable"...)
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Too convoluted? Or just stupid enough?
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Oh, right.
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OK, now what?
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But we're not Kennedys or Bushes. We tend to make decent money, but we're still dealing with mortgages, trying to avoid getting fat, filling out paperwork all day, figuring out who's going to drive the kids to soccer practice, wondering if we're going to end up divorced, trying to keep our values and our sanity intact.
I want to my alma mater's game Saturday. Game sucked, but beautiful weather, and a nice way to spend some time with my kids. It's nice to reminisce; I had a good college experience.
But Sunday when I did the grocery shopping, no one at the store cared where I went to college. Today I'm back at work, which is alternately boring and interesting, just like always. It's not any different from my friends and neighbors who went to State U, Adequate Catholic University with Famous Athletic Program, or Liberal Arts College You've Never Heard Of.
This isn't meant to be a whine; I recognize that I've got a pretty good life, particularly on the monetary side. But if going to an Ivy League school was as wonderful as Kamer makes it seem, why are so many of us wasting time commenting on Gawker?