How many times a day do you say, "what's wrong with people?"
I don’t think about him often, but every now and then, I think about that one motherfucker at a barcamp (years ago) who—when shown an interesting website coding trick—said out loud, in a room full of people, “daddy like“ as if it wasn’t the creepiest fucking thing in the world to say OUT LOUD IN A ROOM FULL OF GODDAMN STRANGERS.
I don’t think about him often, but sometimes.
THAT motherfucker.
Got curious and checked the Twitter feed of an old friend whom I haven't talked to in several years. He's spending a lot of his Twitter time talking about the "genius" of Elongated Muskrat.
Twitter has now replaced Facebook as the location where you discover things about your friends that you never wanted to know.