OH on Twitter and Facebook doesn’t necessarily mean Ohio. It can also be short for “overheard.” It’s a nice prefix to put before something that you overhear on occasion. Some are funny. Some are offensive. Some don’t make sense. Some we’re better off not overhearing.
I’ve rounded up most of the OH’s I’ve made on Twitter for your reading pleasure (or pain, whichever you prefer).
This past weekend, I had the privilege of attending WordCamp Europe at Leiden in the Netherlands. I had a blast. Here are some photos.
If you are on a mobile, you can view the set on Flickr.
Surfing in Leiden. I was hoping one of them would fall.
My current top post has been about pedophiles. You wouldn’t believe some of the search terms I get. It’s mostly for people looking for pedophile-related items.
As an uncle with three nieces, this disturbs me. I’ve been contemplating redirecting that post to an even harsher post.
I’ve even had people e-mail me lambasting me for the post and calling me a pedophile.
So I’ve been toying with the idea of starting a Kickstarter campaign for my next book, entitled Asshole Tax. It’s a book about the movie Fight Club with some semi-autobiographicalness sprinkled in.
It’s my own take on the movie and I share some of my own life experiences and how some of the movie concepts relate to me.
So far I’ve publicly released three chapters and have received absolutely zero response (except from people saying, “Cool, you’re writing a book about Fight Club!”).
Some people ask why I sometimes say, “No pun, pun intended.” It’s very simple, really.
Imagine you saying something, and then going back in your head thinking, “Hmmm, that’s a pun, but I didn’t really mean that as a pun.” You could say, “No pun intended.”
But what if you could go back in time and say it again? This time realizing it’s a pun and saying, “Pun intended.”
So saying, “No pun, pun intended” is basically saying, I didn’t mean what I said as a pun, but if I were to go back in time and say it again, I’d claim it as one.
The following is a conversation I had with Tyler Durden from Fight Club.
Tyler: Whoa! Whoa!
Me: What? I’m just putting in some eggs.
Tyler: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
Me: Well, yeah, but you have to break some eggs to make a cake too, douche. Let’s see what else is next.
Tyler: Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm?
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The Narrator, according to Marla Singer, is “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass.” The Narrator starts off in the movie as a hostage, which we later find out, isn’t to be. The Narrator is a hostage to himself, being held captive by Tyler Durden.
If you’re confused by now, I don’t blame you. On many subsequent viewings of the movie, it’s hard to tell when Tyler has taken over, or when the Narrator is truly in charge.
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Tyler. Where to even begin with that guy?
He’s a metaphorical twist of douchebaggery; he’s an antagonist and protagonist at the same time.
He’s the one that lures the Narrator into his firm and twisted grasp. “Why, so you can pretend to be interested?” he says to the Narrator in their first real meeting on the plane.
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“I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school.”
Those words, coming out of a freak-shell of a woman, Marla Singer, would resonate through the entire movie as the Narrator slowly realizes he is, in fact, Tyler Durden.
Hopefully I didn’t spoil the movie for you. It’s only been out since 1999, and is a cult-classic of sorts; it’s a movie that can be dissected and re-watched many times, with something new popping out every time (pun very much intended).