Posts by Fernando Alfonso III
@GaryJBusey becomes @NotGaryBusey after Twitter suspends the parody account due to a “valid impersonation report”
Tracy Jordan once said that celebrity deaths come in threes. Today he was proven right.
Today Twitter officially suspended the @garyjbusey account because they received a “valid impersonation report,” said Pauly Casillas, one of the minds behind the account.
The suspension has stirred up some serious support for the famed account. @YourFavWhiteGuy, @Jesus_M_Christ and @Nick_Nolte are only some of Twitter celebs showing their love for the “patron saint of headbutts.”
Here’s some more of what Casillas had to say about the suspension:
Twitter has said that they will activate the account as long as we change two things: The avatar and the username.
As we have been @GaryJBusey for almost two years and also have tweeted our followers to follow @THEGaryBusey out of respect, it seems as that is not enough. Of course, we will follow Twitter’s demands and comply as soon as we can, but you and I both know who the real Not Gary J Busey is.
Check out the #freegaryjbusey hashtag on Twitter for more updates.
On the bus ride home from elementary school, I’d press my nose against the window waiting for my house to appear. “Thanks!” I’d yell, as I hopped off the bus with my backpack dragging all over the concrete. My first stop was the mailbox. There was only one thing I was looking for, my Disney Adventures magazine. Every issue had my favorite comics–Sonic the Hedgehog, Darkwing Duck and TaleSpin.
When I grew up, I started subscribing to the big boy comics like Spiderman, Daredevil and Thor. I also bought every collection of Calvin and Hobbes and Bone. Then I went to college and left my comic book hobby behind. That changed last week.
While browsing the new Apple iPhone apps, I came across “The Walking Dead #1” comic. With the upcoming adaptation on AMC, I decided to download the free app and give the comic a shot.
Growing up, my twin cousins carried their inhalers around with them like their lives depended on it. If they ran too fast, they pumped the inhaler. If they stood up too fast, whoosh went their white inhalers. After awhile, it became a running joke that the inhaler was a “cure all,” capable of healing any ailment. You name it–broken arm, rupture spleen, hangnail–whoosh, whoosh. All better. Little did my cousins know, their asthma could have been treated with a roller-coaster ride.
On Oct. 10, Professors Simon Rietveld and Ilja van Beest won the Ig Nobel Prize for Medicine for “discovering that symptoms of asthma can be treated with a roller-coaster ride.”
The Ig Nobel Prize’s are awarded to real professors or scientists around the world who perform “research that makes people laugh and then think,” according to the org’s website. More than 100 people have won the award since it began in 1991.
Here is a list of this years winners:
Image via gawd on Flickr.
Oct. 10, 2010 (10/10/10, ten-ten-ten, X/X/X) is one of those calendar phenomenon’s that people completely miss orare completely consumed by. Some couples will get married and some women will have babies. I’m just going to watch the first season of “Californication” until my eyes burn.
Here’s the skinny on the last nine years of numerical bliss:
Every time there’s breaking planetary news, I fear that some mad scientist has pulled a Pluto and demoted my childhood education. I’ll never forget the Styrofoam solar system I made for the science fair in fifth grade. I hand painted each planet, carved some craters, and attached each them to a large coat hanger. Saturn’s rings were made of lime green pipe cleaners. In retrospect, I guess I should’ve made the rings out of ice cubes.
Since the beginning of the summer, there have been two books on my nightstand. Ben Mezrich’s “The Accidental Billionaires” and Noah Dietrich’s “Howard The Amazing Mr. Hughes.” Both stories are told from the sidekick’s perspective; men who hitched their wagon’s to the stars of their day, Howard Hughes and Mark Zuckerberg. One sidekick hung on long enough to […]
A few months ago, my cousin and I were up late one night in his Arlington, Va., apartment. He was on Reddit.com. I was on morewords.com. I was searching for every word combination that ended in ‘co’ because earlier that day my brother had told me that the .co domain registry was open for business. […]
It was 9:15 a.m. I was sitting in a Starbucks in Chappaqua, New York drinking a tall hot chocolate. My brother was at work and I was waiting for him to pick me up around noon. While men in seersucker shorts and women in spandex pants ordered their favorites beverages, I passed the time on my IBM laptop.
I visited the New York Times, transcribed some interviews and watched Whale Wars. Like my hot chocolate, my computer was uncomfortably hot. After awhile, I sat the machine down in front of me and grabbed my iPhone. As I perused some unread e-mails, I came across one that my brother had sent me. It was about the new Netflix application for the iPhone.
Using Starbucks’ free wi-fi, I downloaded the free app in no time at all. In less than a minute, I fired it up, logged in and started watching an episode of The Office. The picture quality was perfect and I didn’t need to buffer at all.
Since I don’t have the unlimited data plan, I can’t comment on the 3G viewing experience.
Never the less, the Netflix app is a terrific download for any subscriber. Get it while it’s free.
Crews’ excitement accurately reflects all the hype surrounding The Expendables, Sylvester Stallone’s new $82 million film. Dolph Lundgren, Crews’ co-star, stood behind Crews looking handsome and moderately bored. The scene was an accurate representation of the film itself, all sizzle and no steak.