Did you know that Twitter doesn’t allow you to create a username with the word “Twitter” in it?
I realized this when I had a brilliant idea to create a joke Twitter account named “The Twitter.” The plan was just to follow everyone I could find with this account, and tweet as if the self-named account had somehow achieved self-awareness and was gathering information similar to how newborn children do.
This was how I planned to achieve greatness…..even Godliness.
This was going to be my Profile Picture
But unfortunately Twitter had foreseen this and prevented my tomfoolery from commencing. And my dream of greatness was never realized.
I’m sure someone else already thought of this before me, probably around the time Twitter was becoming popular.
But on the small chance that no one has, I’m writing this post to TM my idea.
Last night I made the mistake of falling asleep with the TV on and now I’m worried it may have screwed with my head.
I had a DVD playing (Season 2 of Arrested Development) and it has one of those “looping scenes” in their main menu where they play clips from the show over and over unless you do something about it.
Anyway, I remember dreaming about specific lines from the show…and people saying them over and over again (Imagine a world where you try and speak to someone and they only repeat the same sentence over and over again; it’s hauntingly terrifying).
When I woke up, I realized this was due to the fact that I had the TV on so loud that I could hear those lines in my sleep….and that they were influencing my dreams.
Now I’m a little worried about how *else* those looped scenes might have affected my sub consciousness.
This is your brain on TV media
If I start acting funny, get me professional help, okay?
So Camp Hollywood – the annual swing dance camp I journey to every year for 3 non-stop days/nights of dancing – has come and gone….and there’s not much to say other than MAN, WHAT A GREAT TIME I HAD!
Pretty sure I lost a couple pounds due to all the sweating (I sweated through 12 T-shirts) and a lot of people have said my form has improved since last weekend.
Other than that, not much to say – but here’s a performance from the Showcase competition that I think you should all watch:
Hard to believe they only placed 4th in the contest (I guess it didn’t have as much actual ‘dancing’ as the other showcase performances did); but anyway…..!
I hung out with my friend (and fellow ECLS major), Susan, the other day to catch up on what’s been going on in our lives. I told her about Camp Hollywood & my trip to New York last month and she told me she was traveling to Italy soon for a friend’s wedding. (Rich friends, amIrite?) And while we initially planned to see a movie as our scheduled “friend activity” (aka ‘excuse to hang out’), we couldn’t decide on what to watch.
(See, Susan was also a film major and has a huge pet peeve about movies being original – everything in the theatres was either a remake, a sequel, or based on some book / graphic novel franchise and she wasn’t about to pay good money to see those)
So we ended up going to Barnes & Nobles and browsed their “summer & back to school reading” sections to see how many we’ve read /what we *really* thought of them. It’s actually a pretty fun way for English Majors to pass the time!
But getting back to Susan’s pet peeve: I’ve heard this gripe before from a lot of other film buffs and I got to wondering when this started. I mean, aren’t all stories derived from previous ones that came out before them? And those that aren’t based on stories are based on real life experiences instead, so they’re not truly original either. So were there ever any original ideas?
If not, where did the idea of “there were original ideas before” come from?
Maybe *that’s* the only true original idea……..!
Or not.
Sorry - it’s late and I’m rambling, trying to get ‘inspired’ to write a blog post.
I dreamed that I was out in the ocean by some harbor and casually swam into the open mouth of a Blue whale that came up to the surface.
The inside of the whale mouth was furnished with nice couches and tables, etc. but flooded waist-deep with water. Also - the inside of the whale’s mouth was transparent (like glass) so I had a really nice view of the ocean from the whale’s perspective.
My first thought upon seeing this - “what’s the rent on a whale like this, and can I afford it?”
Then I noticed this girl floating / sleeping / drifting next to me. She was a girl I knew from college. On the far side of the whale, I saw a guy I went to high school with doing the same thing (floating).
The whale then dived down back into the ocean and only then did I start panicking:
“How the hell am I going to get out of here??”
I grudgingly woke up the girl floating next to me and explained to her my problem and she casually explained to me that the whale goes back to the surface for air every few hours or so and that I could probably leave then.
Now calmer (but still a little freaked out), I swam over to the “window” of the whale and admired the view of the ocean.
And then I woke up.
ANY PSYCHO-ANALYSTS WANNA TELL ME WHAT MY DREAM MEANS?
(Don’t say “I have a whale fetish” cuz it’s not true)
