Fear of Flying course from Virgin. Admittedly, people trying to blow up aircraft isn't helping...
If you've been using social networking (and/or microblogging) service Twitter for more than a day you'll have no doubt been bombarded with followers that don't seem quite on the up-and-up. You are right to be suspicious, and I'll tell you why...
Some Twitter users are, in actual fact, emotionless killing machines sent back in time from the year 2012 (when the catastrophe that is London hosting the Olympics triggers a series of unfortunate events foretold by Jim Carrey in a film 8 years previously). Until that time they are relatively harmless but they do pose a great annoyance.
So, here's a simple five-step way to tell:
- The person has a number at the end of their name
- The username and name-name seem kinda at odds (this is a bad example, sorry!)
- Their web link is a TinyURL (or some other URL shortening thingy-ma-bob)
- They're following over a 100x more people than they have following back
- They've tweeted a big fat ZERO (or thereabouts)
- Oh yes, here's number six of my '5 Signs Your Follower Isn't Human'... They can't be arsed to upload an avatar
Okay, maybe not all... Now, in all seriousness, a question. Why can't the clever bods at Twitter write some wonderful code-y stuff that works this out automagically? It can't be that difficult, can it?
If you're in the UK and have either opened a paper or watched the TV news today (December 22nd) you'll have seen a shedload snowload of reports about my hometown. See, we were - apparently - the worst hit by the wintry weather yesterday and through the night.
The worst hit places were the town centre, the ring road and the major roads feeding it. I wasn't in any of those places but I did happen to stumble upon a car that had crashed after it had (obviously) lost control on a downhill bend. The driver managed to take out a signpost, a few tree branches and a family friend's hedge.
Of course, whenever I see anything even remotely interesting, I whip out a camera phone - in this case my Samsung i8910. Despite it being able to record in high definition, it's not much use in the dark - as you can see...
And here's some pictures (again, taken with the i8910)
A Washington DC cop didn't see the funny side when folk started pelting his unmarked car with snowballs. The crowd of grownups had chosen his vehicle 'cos it was a Hummer. Well, he wiped the smiles off their faces (temporarily) when he exited the vee-here-call and drew his gun.
You don't bring guns to a snowball fight
Here's where things turn from strange to stranger - the crowd started throwing snowballs again whilst chanting 'You don't bring guns to a snowball fight'. Here, watch the video (from Reason.tv)...
According to today's News of the World, Fergie could soon be selling copies of family heirlooms on shopping channel QVC. The Duchess of York, not to be confused with this Fergie, that Fergie or the other Fergie - and certainly not Feagal Sharkey, is hoping to launch a range of crap - including biscuit tins - to be sold direct to sofa-constrained shoppers.
Royalty Value & Convenience
Damn sick of hearing about Mr. T Woods and his affairs. He's like last year's Amy Winehouse, never out of the headlines. The latest thing on the radio about him was the excuse he did what he did because of what his father did and he was distressed by it. If he saw he own dad cheat on his mum, saw and felt the pain, yes you could say he saw and replicated that, equally you could say he saw the pain caused and vowed never to do it. You are responsible for your own actions and to like father ... like son , well I don't think it's black and white, a lot of it depends on yourself.
In my own world, my dad cheated on my mum am I going to do the same thing ? I saw the pain it caused and the trouble and it made me more determined not to do the kind of things that made me hate him. He's also a compulsive gambler spending most of his life in a casino, I feel so much revulsion that I've never stepped foot into a Casino ever.