When some ingenious hacker brought the Tower of Twitter crashing down for two hours this morning, micro-bloggers, their MacBooks and iPhones rendered useless, stumbled bewildered into the streets groping blindly in the sunlight for a way to express their distress. Overheard at a Williamsburg coffee shop, a few reactions to the tweet heard round the world:
- at anybody! can u hear me? can’t twitter! can’t feel! hold me!
- at barista, coffee is cold, i’ll tell, people not come here!
- twitter is down, is Iran ok?
- Yeah, I know you’re at this coffee shop right now. I’m here, too, and I can fucking see you. Now take that noodly arm and pass me the simple syrup, douche.
- I’ll text you.
If this hullabaloo has got you reconsidering your allegiances, let Dave show you whatfor.