Can we talk about Facebook, Twitter and fate for a moment?
I’m working on about eight hours of sleep. Eight hours of sleep over a three-day period. So, while I’m awake and annoyed by the cacophony of snoring around me, I stalk old boyfriends on Facebook. I am relieved to say that I definitely dodged a couple of bullets in relation to conquests from my twenties.
Facebook was recently re-designed to look like a live-time cluster fuck stream of status updates. Or, you know, Twitter. Twitter-I’m not really sure why I participate. I use it as a tool to drive a little traffic to my own paltry blog, but other than that, Twitter leaves me at a loss for words. Now that I think of it, I reckon that is technology my family would be interested in patenting. Anyway, where am I going with this? I have no idea. Oh, DJ AM. So, I was on Twitter this morning, letting John Mayer know that his tweets are far too existential for a mindless social networking platform when I saw DJ AM update that he is flying to Miami tomorrow.
Let me be clear; I am not a huge believer of signs. I believe that they exist and happen, but they have to be pretty significant before I can accept their presence and validity. For example, I find pennies on the ground all the time. I do not believe that they are confirmation that someone from heaven is thinking of me. I believe they are confirmation that pennies do not get the same respect as, say, quarters. I’m sick to tell you this, but I recently caught my brother throwing a few pennies away. And yes, I did jump in my trash can and get them out.
However, let’s examine an example of a big sign that must be recognized: You’ve been involved in two plane crashes. One in which you were fifty percent of the survivor count, and another which produced no survivors that you were fortunate to cancel out of at the last minute. DJ AM tweeted this morning that he’s flying to Miami tomorrow and he wants God to go first. Dude, God is talking to you. Loudly. There is no subtlety here. Listen to His message: “Amtrak.”
especially cos its a 777 which only recently had new safety measured introduced
http://business.timesonline.co.uk/tol/business/industry_sectors/transport/article5902070.ece
maybe thats how he gets his buzz. some people sky dive, others surf, other play contact sport….. he gets on planes with dubious safety records
Hmmm…I think you have your facts confused. His rep denied that he was ever scheduled on that flight. It was just a rumor.
http://www.accesshollywood.com/rep-dj-am-never-scheduled-on-ill-fated-continental-flight_article_15445
All I have to say is that I read your third paragraph thinking you had written penises instead of pennies… I was soooo confused…
Hahaha! That’s precious; I live for humorous mishearings….
I agree with the Twitter stuff. At times I find it to be mildly amusing, but more often than not, it’s just stupid.
Your brother throws money away?!?
Amtrak trains can crash too. Safest way is probably walking… but you can get hit by a car while walking. He should just stay in his house and gain 200 pounds. That is really the safest method.
I mean, what’s gaining 200 lbs have to do with anything?
I must confess: I too have been guilty of throwing away pennies! But not normal ones– only the ones that have been sitting in the coin tray of my car and have had coke spilled on them YEARS previously. It’s just not worth it for me to bother cleaning them off. I feel like I jerk when I throw them away. But not as much of a jerk as I would be if I spent them somewhere without cleaning them off.
If he’s getting on a plane he has more courage than me. I still can’t rollerblade because of Natasha Richardson. I don’t wanna crack my skull.
If he gets on my plane, I am getting the hell off.
Lol.
Final Destination, right? If any of those fuckers even came around me I would me gone.
YOU KNOW DEATH WANTS YOU, RIGHT? Heh.
God is not so much talking loudly as picking him up, turning him upside down and shaking him in a violent manner.