Here's the problem. If I think you're a tool, I can not be friends with you. Did I say friends? I meant be civil. I'll probably even avoid making eye contact. Which is probably for the best since eye contact with someone I don't respect would involve a glare that can only be characterized as soul charring. I can't put on a fake smile and make small talk. And if you try to engage me in some false chit chat, I will not willingly participate. You know, just, FYI.
So do I have to go to Twitter to see who has wronged you?
Posted by: egan | Wednesday, 04 March 2009 at 03:06 PM
Remember when you and I were the only two souls on the Internet posting/reading stuff? Remember when you used my real last name in a comment? Remember when you stopped posting your last name on your site?
Apparently not everything belongs on the Internet. Yep, that includes Twitter.
Posted by: sprizee | Wednesday, 04 March 2009 at 03:11 PM
You mean your name isn't Sprizee Seattle? Next thing you'll tell me the Egan's last name isn't Fo.
Posted by: kirk | Wednesday, 04 March 2009 at 03:32 PM
Kirk, You know what's fun? FaceBook. You know what else is fun? Sarcasm.
Posted by: sprizee | Wednesday, 04 March 2009 at 03:53 PM
Im confused, so very confused.
Toad
Posted by: Toad | Wednesday, 04 March 2009 at 08:25 PM
Me too, Toad. Me too.
Posted by: sally simpleton | Wednesday, 04 March 2009 at 09:33 PM
T & S, Decoder ring on the way.
Posted by: sprizee | Thursday, 05 March 2009 at 09:27 AM
Sounds like giving someone a swift kick in the shin would help you feel a little better.
Posted by: Pants | Thursday, 05 March 2009 at 03:57 PM
There you go dissing on Facebook again.
You know there definitely was a time when it did feel like it was just you and me reading blogs and stuff. Now you're not cool if you don't lead a virtual life somewhere. I'm super cool because I do it in various places.
Posted by: egan | Thursday, 05 March 2009 at 04:43 PM
I have a friends that travels to Jamaica, her homeland, often and once returned with actualy voodoo dolls - just say the word and I can hook you up with one.
Posted by: Chris | Sunday, 08 March 2009 at 01:48 PM
Boom roasted?
Posted by: Wheelson | Monday, 09 March 2009 at 07:29 PM
Long story short, you can't always pick the folks you have to interact with during business hours.
Posted by: sprizee | Tuesday, 17 March 2009 at 10:34 AM
hear hear
random fake chit chat and nicey-nice is soul killing
Posted by: eM | Friday, 27 March 2009 at 09:21 AM