Wednesday, April 25, 2012

tweet: Found cat in Tortoiseshell sunglasses sipping Hefeweizen & orange with musicians next door again. Talking about King Geoffrey & demon babies

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Ever since Twitter started, I've been there. My best friend Adam was one of the first people to have a Twitter account and I joined to interact with him, and now here we are six years later. I hit my 4,000th tweet today, and I guess none of it means much of anything, but it's been good for keeping me company throughout the years and I'm thankful for that.

The 140 character limit was always an issue for me. Limitations in general can be pretty inconvenient if they're not leaning toward structure, but what can we do but embrace them? I think it started as a game, using all 140 characters when I tweeted, to see if I could do it; like a crossword, or Soduku; but now it's more of a compulsion.

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder is an anxiety disorder in which people have unwanted and repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, sensations (obsessions), or behaviors that make them feel driven to do something (compulsions)."

One thing I've learned about obsessions is that they can't be neutralized; they can only be replaced. Knowing this, I'll try and channel my need for control into something else...baking? Painting? Cleaning? (My knitting skills are the pits.) And try to make my tweets more succinct in an effort rid the world of garbage.

In the meantime, SilverLake is beautiful this Spring. Young fashionistas are emerging from their cubbyholes to shine in the latest trends. Tortoiseshell glasses are supposedly making a huge comeback this year (according to the GQ Style Guide sitting on the back of my favorite toilet) so I expect to see them on everybody...and their cat, soon enough. Red pants are in this year too. Sizzzzlin'.

And from the sound of it, a group of residential musicians are putting the final tweaks on songs they'll play in venues soon. I like to pretend these guys are a well-known band getting fresh songs together for a comeback album. Then I realize by the sparse variation of notes and off-key everything that these are just kids either: following a dream or farting around, either of which I approve.

Game of Thrones...since we don't get HBO, and prefer to watch the episodes back-to-back anyway, I have no choice but to stand by and wait for the Second season to pass before I can continue to observe the drama unfolding with young King Geoffrey's merciless reign.

This means I must make an effort to avoid status updates and tweets of friends/fans eager to talk about the present goings-on of that show, but I guess it could be worse. It's not like I've read the books. I'll never have time to read all those books about sex and dragons.
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