I have so much that I need to post in this blog, but not enough time. So I won't pick up where I trailed off yesterday (yet).I still don't tweet. I'm going to put one on today, though, just to see what it feels like to shed the last tattered remnants of my life's significance.
I wonder if it's a relief to most people that life has a passing 140-character limit.
If I made a list of things I'd have to do today if I knew it was my last day on earth, Twittering would be tied on that list with chewing a mouthful of paperclips.
But there is some sick part of me that is devising a plan to tweet my experiences at ALA in Chicago coming up this July. I plan on twittering about all the urinals there. I wonder if they have cool ones. God knows, there probably won't be crowds around them.
The coolest urinal I ever saw was at a pizza restaurant near Stanford University in Palo Alto, CA. It was like a stone sarcophagus and you could literally stand inside it. It stood as high as my shoulders. In fact, when I came out of the pissoir, I was smiling so broadly, and my friends asked me, "Drew, what's up?"
"Dudes, you have to see the urinal in there. It's like a freekin shrine."
Yeah... even took the ladies in there, who took pictures with their cell cameras.
They were jealous.
They wanted to use it, too.
I was trying to think up a list of the cool things humankind has invented, but only for women.
Styrofoam wig heads?
Look out, Twitterville. After today, I'm getting ready for ALA.
