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Twitter Glitch.. private tweets not so private!

Looks like there's a bit of an issue for Twitter users who choose to privatise their tweets.. The L.A. Times has revealed that by just typing "site:twitter.com/*username*" (replacing *username* with the Twitter name of a protected account), you can actually see most or all of the tweets the user has chosen to protect. For those who are sending sensitive information or potentially damaging opinions from their account, beware!! Interesting insights though if you're a nosy bastard like me though and fancy a bit of a snoop before they create a patch fix... 

Here's a sample of our lovely Bill Clinton's tweets... some juicy stuff I do say! 

Bubble Boy

I'm sure most of you have by now heard about the hunt for little Falcon Heene, who disappeared in his Fathers homemade aircraft after he climbed into an attached box and floated clear of his home in Colorado. The stunt attracted huge media attention, with several TV networks dedicating airtime to monitor the balloons movements. The world watched with bated breath as the balloon lumbered to ground.. only to find that Falcon was no where to be seen. People feared the worst. Some eyewhitness reports claim to have seen the boy fall to his probable death... All the while, the wee man was hiding in a box in the attic at his parents home! Some are pointing the finger now accusing the family of deliberately staging the event to attract attention. But whatever the case, I think it's hilarious! Reminds me of the email my Dad sent me a few weeks ago, ENJOY!

The boss wondered why one of his most valued employees was absent but had not phoned in sick one day. Needing to have an urgent problem with one of the main computers resolved, he dialled the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper. 'Hello?'

'Is your daddy home?' he asked.

'Yes,' whispered the small voice.

‘May I talk with him?'

The child whispered, ‘No.'

Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, ‘is your Mummy there?' ‘Yes'

'May I talk with her?' Again the small voice whispered, ‘No'

Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, 'Is anybody else there?'

‘Yes, ‘whispered the child, ’a policeman.'

Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee’s home, the boss asked, 'May I speak with the policeman?'

‘No, he’s busy,' whispered the child.

'Busy doing what?'

' Talking to Daddy and Mummy and the Fireman‘ came the whispered answer.

Growing more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, 'What is that noise?'

'A helicopter’ answered the whispering voice.

'What is going on there?' demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive. Again, whispering, the child answered, ‘The search team just landed a helicopter ‘

Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, 'What are they searching for?'

Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle...

‘ME. '

Profound...

Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in a twinkling of an eye, but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing then it is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and the creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing... and dancing... and dancing, until there is only... The Dance.

Michael Jackson

The loves of my life.......

Spotify... Reading... My morning commute... A good cup of tea... The smell of a misty morning... Hugs... Brushing my teeth... Running downhill... Feeling knackered after a good Hockey Session... Acoustic Music... Finding Money in my pocket... Strangers who smile... Reading a good book... Falling asleep for a brief few minutes when you shouldn't... Playing with watercolour washes... Stepping on crunchy leaves... Drinking water... A starry sky... Getting mail... Giggleloops... Listening to a good song really loud... Curling up with a hot water bottle... Waking up beside my boo... The days when I just don't care how I look... Being in the company of people I care about... A good conversation... Cooking something from scratch... Walking into a warm room... Friendly bus drivers... Sunshine... Hot showers... Fresh Linen... A good sneeze...

Keeping on the toilet theme.............

Came across this photograph this morning on home-designing of a see-through toilet in London. From the outside it's simply a mirrored box. From the inside however, it's completely transparent: the user can see everything around them in panoramic glory.

Any of you get shy bladders in public? Can't stand the thought of the people around you hearing you pee? I dread to think of the absolute horror I'd feel using this majabber! Even thinking about it is putting me on edge..!!! Kinda reminds me of those dreams you get when you're suddenly naked. in public. and you didn't shave. LOVELY.

loada pish

You know those times when you go to the cinema.. you didn't even need to buy a drink and yet you still need to piss. And if you did get a mahoosive coke before going in, you're bladder is just about to explode all over the show. But you're a soldier and will hold on.


You MUST hold on.

Because this is a bloody good movie and you don't want to miss the key part. But you get to the point in your little charade where enough's enough. So you then turn into little Miss psychic. And you try to figure out where the plot is slowing down enough to make a quick exit for it. So you do it. You go, you pee, you conquer.. you miss the death scene. DAMMIT!

But you know what? there's an app for that... OK so me personally, I'm an anit-iphonerrrr. BUT this is fuckin brilliant. Check it out, go to RUNPEE and it will tell you WHEN you should pee, how long you have to pee, and what happened in the movie while you were peeing. Lucky for me, I don't have to have an iphone to use it, I'll check it out before I go!