Fidel has had some interesting notions lately, what with cyborg women and all.

I noticed on his mobile phone that he had a picture (clearly doctored) of Sarah Palin in a T-Shirt with the slogan "Will fuck for food" in big black letters on it.

I was going to ask him about it, but didn't bother. Instead, I decided to join Twitter and see what the fuss was about.

What a waste of a day. Even Sir Dhahii's relentless demands that I play Halo3 seem slightly more appealing now. All those pointless little snippets of thoughts, or attempts at jokes (to me it seems that Twitter is about out-smartassing everyone else, more than anything else), chronicles of quotidian and insignificant rituals, or - worst of all - little bits of "wisdom" that some deluded fuckwit thinks will better humanity's lot (which run along the lines of "Anger is understanding in a raincoat of confusion. Make happiness your umbrella" ... fucking drivel): it is a saturation of humanity's will to use it's ability to make linguistic chains without arriving anywhere meaningful. And what would be meaningful? Fucking for food, probably. Or having enough food to feed yourself and barter for a fuck.

However, I most likely will continue to probe twitter like a perverted proctologist for the forseeable future. Until my patience runs out. Or something better comes along.

To future historians: enjoy sifting through all that tripe. Unless some cataclysm leaves only tiny portions of this huge body of scraps. In which case: you poor bastards.