Clint Eastwood in Mime Form

Let's see if I can time this so the date stamp is 12:12 12/12/12.

According to the Hollywood Reporter, the Updated Seinfeld Twitter feed has "gone viral."

There was movement! I was more interested in a story in the sidebar: Jerry Seinfeld Defends Use of the Word 'Really' in Angry Letter to New York Times Critic Really? Really? Really.

REALITY Local man writes run-on sentence, because of reasons:

Really? As long as "Hoarders" is real, my world remains intact.

In related entertainment news: If you're getting tweets that says Gandalf has cancer, his agent says no.

INTERNET It only took 42 hours before Ikea Monkey was mashed with Ruined Icon. Obvious, yes, but well done.

And speaking of the lady we know as the Fresco Ruiner: she's selling her own work on eBay now. Like this.

TECH This story popped up in my Zite feed for "Minneapolis," which always tosses out the oddest things. This is either your idea of an interesting interactive opportunity, or hell: Nibletz reports on a local photo-tagging social-network / floor polish / dessert topping app, Peerparazzi.

Maybe I'm just thick and old, but I don't get the point. There's a link to the angellist site where people put up ideas and wave their hands, hoping investors notice. The description:

Good luck to them; I'm sure there's an audience. Personally, I think: Why? For God's sake, why? Granted, I'm not the target market here, because I've never checked in to Foursquare for anything, although the service is useful for identifying people you want to unfollow on Twitter. Oh who's the mayor of the Lake Harriet Bandshell Ice Cream Stand? You are? What sort of Borgia-like political strife went on behind the scenes to elevate you to that lordly position? I use the most basic tags imaginable on my own Instagram photos, because I really don't care if they come up in a search for old rusty neon signs don't even tag my own computer files, because my own filing system is so obvious, clean, and logical, that I'm never more than four or five folder clicks away from what I need. Unless it's a pdf of the dog's rabies vaccination record from 2002. That stuff's on CDs in the basement. (Numbered, arranged chronologically on a spindle.)