It’s just another manic Monday. Which means it’s time for tweets! At least, I think that’s how the song goes. Anyway, there were tweets and things that went down and I’ve got them all wrangled in this here corral for your reading pleasure.
I was lucky enough to attend the Confluence Conference at the Lyric Theatre this weekend. I learned a lot about digital influencers and blogging and that putting the word “transvestite” in a tweet totally won’t get you a $1,000 prize package from Remington Park. But anyway, all this is to say that I’m officially qualified to judge the social media of others, so know that these tweets (after the jump, duh) are being critiqued by a professional.
When I get drunk, I sing “Friends in Low Places.” When I sing karaoke, I sing “Friends in Low Places.” It has only recently been brought to my attention that “Friends in Low Places” isn’t actually the state song. (Apparently there’s a song called “Oklahoma” from a musical called “Oklahoma”?) I’ve always thought this song was my go-to (and would probably be my entrance music if I got into the professional wrestling biz) because it was a catchy tune that invoked the spirit of blue collar, drunken asshole behavior. But lately, I’ve been thinking there is probably something more.
The thought struck my mind last week when Garth Brooks posted a pretty cryptic message on his website. According to NewsOK.com:
Norman is kind of a sketchy place. I mean that in a good way. Usually, you can kind of smell marijuana on Main Street after dark, you know half the people in the bars can’t possibly be of legal drinking age, and we don’t have open container laws on game days. Basically, it’s like the wild, wild west with outlaws running the city. If I saw someone wearing chaps and brandishing a six-shooter, I wouldn’t even be surprised. Well, I kind of would, because Pistol Pete isn’t really welcome in Norman.
Anyway, the crime in Norman just got a little more serious. Instead of drunken college kids and hipsters getting high in between shows at the Opolis, we have some crazy car thieves moving in.
It’s another Monday morning here in Oklahoma City, and that can only mean one thing. It’s tweet time, y’all. It was a pretty busy week that we had, at least in terms of social media. For one, our Tony found out that Alex Trebek sits down while hosting Jeopardy, and Patrick tweeted that Nick Collison sits in urinals, and Collison tweeted back with a relevant Curb Your Enthusiasm clip. Then I got really drunk this weekend with my parents and sang “Friends in Low Places” in it’s entirety while using a Ninja Turtles koozie to hold my Coor’s Light (but this had nothing to do with a celebrity sitting down). Anyway, this week’s tweets are after the jump.
It’s that time once again when we all run to the grocery store and buy 5 pounds of candy, only to have consumed it before it’s time to give it to the neighborhood kids. It’s a time of half-assing a costume so you can attend a party thrown by people who get way into the holiday. It’s a time to enjoy the last holiday before your seasonal depression really sets in and makes you cry uncontrollably at family functions. It’s Halloween! And, according to a Mustang resident, it’s time to make your neighbors think you’ve totally murdered someone with your garage door.
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