UPDATE: MONITTER GETS MUCH CREEPIER IF YOU TYPE IN: ultimate destruction, world domination, iron fist. IT GETS MUCH MUCH CREEPIER IF YOU TYPE IN: duck paddles, marmot pants, chicken knuckles…But I would sincerely suggest not putting dirty words into it. Because the amount of data streaming across the screen would blind a thing made entirely of eyes.
OMFG. This is too much. I’m going to need monkeys to monitor the monkeys monitoring the monkeys that monitor the intertubes for me. Or, more seriously, this is part of the growing case for turning off and tuning out.
I typed in “ambergris” and this came up in the last two minutes:
Good: Got Myrtle Beach or Ambergris Caye 4 place to chill during recession. Bad: Chill-Out is lasting way too long for my own good !
condotels [Reply] [Retweet] [Profile] – 20:46
Lifestyle Update Smelly Ambergris and All: Unearthing Te Papa: On the day that the Whales| Tohor.. http://tinyurl.com/co8jt5
3News_Lifestyle [Reply] [Retweet] [Profile] – 20:14
#3News NZ: Smelly Ambergris and All: Unearthing Te Papa: On the day that the Whales| TohorÄ exhibition.. http://tinyurl.com/ctq6db
3NewsNZ [Reply] [Retweet] [Profile] – 20:00
@curtb ya it is called ambergris wow that’s cool u knew that
flipflopkate [Reply] [Retweet] [Profile] – 18:04
Finally got a few photos up from our vacation in Ambergris, Belize. Enjoy! http://tinyurl.com/co88lo
Claudia_Imhoff [Reply] [Retweet] [Profile] – 13:09
1910s Ambergris Mines Company stock certificate http://tinyurl.com/dbva7p
sharegallery [Reply] [Retweet] [Profile] – 4:07
@ikofish haha. did you find the lucky chunk of ambergris? if you do, your blubber’s free.
maelinnium [Reply] [Retweet] [Profile] – 14:26
Oysters produce pearls. Whales produce ambergris. Trees produce sort-of maple syrup. We produce fingernails, hair, and phlegm. Epicfail.
thattoychick [Reply] [Retweet] [Profile] – 11:04
@buriedluck Ah, congrats :D
ambergris [Reply] [Retweet] [Profile] – 7:43
RT @scentart Contest: Beeswax Jasmine and Ambergris hair and eyebrow wax Musky and delightful.
Crystalgate [Reply] [Retweet] [Profile] – 14:16
My brain cannot. My brain cannot contain. My brain cannot contain all this. My brain cannot contain all this minute detail. There was a screaming across the sky, and it was my brain leaving my body–as demonstrated above.
No no no. Intertubes, I beg you: make us whole, don’t fragment us further. 2061: The smart ones got out before their brains collapsed in on themselves. The smart ones knew what was coming. The tweetapocalypse.
End transmission. Back to the meat world, where a shelf of fungus is as infinitely variable and viewable as the entire internets (cue: microscopic view; cue: infrared; cue: whole of human history documenting this one type; cue: bliss).
Oh, you liar. You want to be more fragmented, not less.
I can have you symbolically looking like 100 square miles of interconnected Tinkertoy blocks in about a day, if you’ll just let the internets have their way with you.
I’m just a twittering realist. You can’t fight the future.
Not when it’s coming in every pore, you’re right about that.