Twitterpated
Twitterpated
I ran into Kaiser and Paul at their personal Starbucks over at Wanda in Beijing, and they were telling me the virtues of Twitter. I said, "I've got enough distractions already. Girls wear white gogo boots in Shanghai. That's distraction enough." Silence.
Obviously neither Paul or Kaiser notice girls in white gogo boots, so we went on to talk about Social Distraction Software, and when I got home I actually installed a Twitter client on my Nokia so I can never have to talk to anybody at a cocktail party again if I don't want to, but can still stand there drinking and looking busy.
Do I need more distraction? No. But I certainly am curious. It feels a bit like those clandestine teenage telephone chat lines where used to dial into a broken number and talk between the busy signal beeps. That was annoying, but when you're 14, you are annoying, so it balances out.
If you feel the need to be distracted as well, my Twitter name is 3q2u.
@3q2u me if you feel like it.
I've never figured out whether it's pronounced "Moe's (like owned by one of three stooges) or Moss (like that guy out of Bonanza), but the one down the hill from me is open until 2am most days, which means that if I get out of the club early enough, I can catch the best burger in town, the muo si la bao or the Spicy Mos Burger. They have lots of jalapenos and 
