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I just have to share some thoughts on the recent hooplah concerning the stories I’ve been reading about Twitter being a Terrorist tool.

You know who is the tool? The damned Feds who have to file sensational reports with the media to heighten our fear and cause people to be scared. What is the definition of terrorism? Doesn’t it have something to do with using fear to control people?

Where were the Feds when the telephone came out? Nobody was there to protect us from the terrorists then. Honestly, statistics show that terrorists use our telephone structure to organize and conduct acts of terror.

In other news, Feds also learn that terrorists have been using the internet to organize and share information. Communications that contain such information as: Real-Time updates about public events, Police and Ambulance response to emergencies, Location of key figures in the American government, and other national security information.

On the other side of the coin, Feds conduct a study that shows terrorists can access CNN, BBC, MSNBC, and other major news outlets. There they can obtain real-time updates about public events, infrastructure, and other national security information.

Studies also show that information contained in books have assisted terrorists in their evil plans to control the world and promptly institute legislation that will protect us from terrorists by restricting the flow of information.

keldwud Losing myself in a sea of anonymity and seperateness created by the walls of information we build between each otherNeed a one-on-one plz :( 15 minutes ago from web

keldwud or a hug… SERIEZ OF TUBEZ! GIMME HUGZ NAO! The lolcat ‘netspeak meme demands it!!!!11oneSHIFTeleventyone. 14 minutes ago from web

The open culture that is growing and developing as a result of the internet is bringing us closer by transcending distances and culture and language and any other barrier.

Because of this, we are all that much closer together.

But also, because of this closeness, there is an unmeasurable essence that is becoming lost.

The infinite variety in the options we have to communicate with each other makes us feel like we can reach out to anybody.

The reality of the situation is different. what really happens is that we start echoing ourselves, to ourselves.

While the rest of the world is drowned out in the white noise that we create.

I am very annoyed with wordpress lately. I was working on my slcguide site and I was trying out different themes. Well, I installed the wrong theme because now I cannot access my admin panel. It comes up as blank. I never should have trusted that theme.

I had a killer sammich from Johnny’s on Second today for dinner. It was the 9-ball. My mouth is watering again just thinking about it. Chicken, ranch, fresh tomatoes, fresh lettuce, some other things and it is bigger than my forearms.

Drank some water and scarfed my food over at Bar-X with some strangers that I met off the internet. Hi person I just met! I know you’re reading ;) We talked about my sexy seven inches of computing power and pickled eggs.

I have a theory about pickled eggs, and I believe it to be true. It goes something like this: Have you ever found pickled eggs in a location that is not white trash? I’m not talking shit on pickled eggs or white trash (I happen to be white trash - check out the awesome moustache on my flickr) it’s just that pickled eggs can only be found in certain places. Have you ever noticed that? Maybe I will compile a list of places you can find pickled eggs.

I remember one morning after feeding a housefull of kids some tea and marshmallows that near the end one of the psychonauts was interested in procuring a pickled egg. He thought this would be an easy task. I warned him everytime he came back empty handed.

He said, oh hay Smith’s will have them they have everything. He came back complaining that nobody there even knew what a pickled egg was. This went on through several stores and gas stations and every time I told him that he has to put on a wife beater and imagine where he would be if he lived in a trailer park. Well, the nearest location for pickled eggs was too far so he never got to eat one.

Because of this experience, later that week I purchased a pickled egg from the gas station down the street of where I used to live. Yum. Now I want a damned pickled egg! I will publish a page dedicated to pickled eggs.

Anybody want to take a word count for how many times I said pickled eggs this post? I should be getting paid top dollar. ;)