So far gone I think I'm fraping myself?

Seeing as the day that I met the wooden cherub was yesterday, I do believe that I could quite possibly be fraping myself in this post. Well, not necessarily fraping, seeing as this is not facebook, but I thought that blaping (which I invented just now) sounds a bit lame. But the same premise is there, someone else taking control of your social networking life and is going to most probably write something different to what you'd normally put. 

It feels like that is happening a lot to me lately. Especially around the weekend time. I think that it is a combination of weekend time and reading a lot of Chris (Simpsons Artist)'s posts and works. He has a very unique style, and you can quite easily slip into it without much thought really. it's like being fluent in another language but not quite because you are still in your mother tongue and all you have to do is forget punctuation and grammar and occasionally throw in an unexpected concept whilst I laugh at small owls tumble over. I hope you get the gist of it...

This is one of my favourite works from Chris (Simpsons Artist) because he is really good and his pictures fill me up with glee. That is because all he wants is for his fans and friends (and every fan is his friend as long as they don't make his mum shout at him and send him up to the loft again)is them to be wild and happy and fun and confident and the best them they can be. I like the hand in this picture because of the way that the fingers are drawn bendy but not too bendy and not too straight so that we really are going wild. If we put our hand up lots we could upset baby owls that are trying to fly and disrupting mother nature is not cool or wild so that's why we only do it a little bit because humans don't have wings so shouldn't be up in the air. It really gets me in a party mood. I bet chris does this a lot when he jumps off his garage because he seems to do it a lot on facebook and twitter. I wonder whether he gets out of breath when he tries to say his sentences too.

That's me he;s talking to

Look he even said something nice about me on twitter so he must be a GOOD EGG. And he always signs his posts XOX because he is giving you two kisses and a hug in the middle because he's sweet.

I know why this feels like frape... it's because it's so much more fun than writing your normal everyday statuses and posts and blah blah blah. Personally I think it's funny when I get fraped, the more ridiculous and creative the better. However I've never had a life turny-upside-downy frape unlike some people, so don't know its full terror... But I don't take myself too seriously, especially not on the internet because it isn't real life, is it? I know it's getting close to it but...you still have more fun if you don't take yourself too seriously. The best times are when acting like complete and utter fools, throw caution to the wind and make hay whilst the sun still shines.

But oh shit my facebook has some weird statuses left by me... it's only weekend fever I haven't really gone batty and I sound more like im going batty because I'm writing like Chris Simpsons Artist again. 

i think this article has gone on long enough. Top of the morning.

xox

TRENDING ON TWITTER

AS OF 12.18PM 11TH FEB 2012, THE WORLD WAS TALKING ABOUT THIS CRAP ... WITH HASH TAGS

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#gardeningsongs

My word, some weird people are tweeting today. outside is frozen over! You won't be able to plant anything, you fools. Let alone have time to sing along 

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• #NDubzMemories

Probably best forgotten innit? 

• #NSN1YEARANNIVERSARY
• WHO?
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• Miley Cyrus Is Naturally Beautiful
• IRGH?!
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• Darren Fletcher
• WHO'S THIS GUY
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• Suarez and Evra
• WHO ARE THESE
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• If The Sun
• IF.... WHAT?
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• Happy Birthday Born This Way
• eh
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• Giggs and Scholes
• football boring
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• Old Trafford
• sport boring

ACE. I LIKE NOTHING THAT TRENDS ON TWITTER. WHAT A LOAD OF RUBBISH.

i care not for tasty footballers

THE BIG QUESTIONS

I've recently started to try and get into the flow of twitter by sitting on it for extended periods of time at a time.
Despite the fact that I was not physically capable of "sitting on" twitter as it moved to the virtual Cloud-Zone a couple of months ago, I found that I was kept up to date with the latest stories. Today it is a Sunday, we're looking at the prime-time 11.30am-midday slot, and mayhem has broken out over the change of television schedule in the England and Wales region.
Viewers were disappointed to find that their middle class cookery programme: "Something for the Weekend" (affectionately dubbed online as #SFTW) was replaced by a show that is meant to answer all our questions. Well, all our big questions. Chaired by Nicky Chapman, the show's twitter promised us a series of moral, ethical and religious debates upon topical issues which is meant to put the nation's mind at ease when they find out the "right" answer. However, this change brought much distress to dedicated viewers to #SFTW and they showed their disgust through their phones. And mini blogs., And everyone had to let everyone else know that their cooking show had been cancelled for politics, of all things. They make me sick etc etc *abuse*

OH IT'S THIS SHOW

Calm down dear, it's just a change in the scheduling. You already know how to cook, and you have to admit that that lady on it was annoying anyway. Instead, the BBC want to hear some people "have their say" about their topics, and it could even be (god forbid) educational or inspirational. IT'LL BE PROPAGANDA, THROW AWAY YOUR TV! You know that those people are going to be paid to say what they're going to say anyway, and who the hell would hold a heated debate on a Sunday morning? Obviously the BBC have to take into account the "hangover-watchability-factor" which is ever so vital to its existence, and had to tone down the issues tackled to be "broad and sweeping and a little easier on the mind". One would not like a brain haemmorage alongside their nauseous stomach whilst they try to figure out whether they're still drunk or not. The BBC ruled out that anything that had long multiplication in it or trickier wasn't fit for viewing until the 4 o'clock watershed, the time when Everyone Who Was Hungover This Morning Should Be Trying To Get Out Of Bed Now. Hungover people can't think properly, so what better way than to gently ease them into their day with some deep but simple and stupid questions...

So this week's topics were: The End of the World, Thatcher's Legacy and Assisted Suicide. Really something that I would love to crawl out of bed for, head pounding and feeling absolutely rotten, slump down onto the sofa and watch of my own free will. I think what I haven't taken into account is that people have tvs in their bedrooms and can just watch tv from there without the painful moving process. Finding the remote to change channel might prove too much today...

Several types of twitterers

In the end, I only received twitter coverage of the show as by the time I'd finished watching angry remarks appear on the news feed to turn it on, it was over. What a shame. I would have put the television on the background but that may have been too distracting. So, I gathered from the general "trends" on twitter that most people were disgruntled and upset about the appearance of #bbcbqt on their screens. I could only speculate as to whether it was truly unwatchable from the word go, as many a twitterer tweeted, or lots and lots of middle aged ladies who are getting on a bit and like to kick up a fuss.Surely the title credits couldn't be that bad? They must have been something truly diabolical if one woman was ready to kill herself 10 seconds in, yet the studio audience seemed to be fine. And I'm assuming that those who had carried on tweeting through it must have done so by the skin of their teeth, it was such a traumatic ordeal. People with such dispositions as that lady should be banned from exaggeration.

We did of course get those who endured the whole show, and were thus entitled to give a valid comment upon it. We would say free from prejudice, but this is Twitter. No one can censor the internet. Well,, not yet anyway. It turned out that these so-called "experts" who were here to iron things out for everybody were a bunch of idiots. They didn't get their facts straight alongside having boorish accents and simple terms to associate with the working class who might be tuning in. I didn't know that experts knew so little! That's what I drew from that. And these Big Questions? Everyone has their own answers for them anyway.

They tackled the "End of the World". It truly sounded like it on there.

And then the next minute... it was gone. In an instant. Everybody on twitter was talking about something else. Probably completely different people as well. All this tweeting reminds me of being in a crowded room where everyone is voicing their opinion, and a cacophany of expression ensues.

I couldn't find another topic that engaged me like the first one, so I've given up twitter now. Birds tweeting has always been an annoying sound to me.

me.

Blah.

Twitter? What is this? It's been a year and I still don't really understand you. Nor do my friends, so it seems that nobody really wants to use you. But I do! It's been a year, take me back and teach me please. I need to try and wean myself off facebook, thanks.

Of course, addressing a website as if it were an old boyfriend or girlfriend and expecting an answer to my question (or merely a solution to my long term problem) would be ridiculous. I bet the guy who runs twitter (probably guys these days in the helpdesk centre) would take one look at that, smirk, and ignore my e-mail. My heart-felt plea to use their website, one final time. And I don't even know really why I want to use it. Maybe I am ready for micro-blogging, and ready to cut down on the Facebook rubbish? A haiku a day looks arty and sophisticated on twitter, whereas it looks too pretentious and stuck-up on facebook, and your friends of friends probably won't "get it" either. Besides, all of the big names are on twitter such as Stephen Fry (he can write, I'm sure of it) and other big names that also possess a significantly greater average number of brain cells than the average celebrity, including people who write newspaper articles and books. Yes, newspaper articles and books! Twitter seems to be the place to be to go and get all that.

However, it's been abandoned for the best part of a year. There's no point in these sorts of things if your friends aren't on them, seeing as communication is also part of the game as well. I guess that's why Facebook has remained popular... but I am desperate to start tweeting as well. Now I have a magic phone that has internet, posting shall be much easier...