On the Twitters: Party Cats, Identity Crises, and a Phone With a Mind of its Own

It's been a while since we unplugged the blender and plugged the Twitter machine into the wall socket to sample the zeitgeist of our beloved community. What did we learn?

And the parking lots were restriped by Torquemada. We get it.

Just keep Siri away from this site if you know what's good for you.

We don't know about you, but we're getting a bit worried about Mr. Fluffykins.

Probably less than the regular tolls a few years from now.

We're not sure how good it tastes. Best to say away from the mauve bits.

We are. And proud of it.

See? Told you.

And we're not afraid to broaden our horizons, either.

It's great that a piece of Restonalgia has become part of today's modern culture.

No, bits of it just look that way.

Happens to us all the time.

Not since The Stranger have we seen a more existential question. Or maybe it was the season 2 finale of Bosom Buddies.

A typo or a very enthusiastic eater? You be the judge.