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I’m a twit

Well, it’s official. I’m a twit. Meaning that after resisting for more than a year, I’m now on Twitter. I resisted for so long because I thought it was a silly fad that would die out soon enough. I did the same thing with Facebook when it debuted in 2004, and anyone who’s friends with me on it now knows I can’t go three hours without checking the damn thing.

But, alas, it’s becoming increasingly clear that Twitter isn’t going away. It’s become a mainstream medium for communicating about everything, from angst-ridden teenagers complaining about their parents not letting them go to a Weezer concert (that never happened to me, I swear) to newspapers spreading the latest breaking news. 

I first realized Twitter may actually be a relevant (and succinct, which I can’t complain about) form of communication after it actually proved itself useful following Iran ‘s crack down on traditional journalists and media in wake of its controversial election last June. And now, when you Google a hot news or pop culture item, a scrollable feed with the latest Twitter results pops up, regardless if you tweet or not.

(On a slightly amusing side note: The first autofill phrase that popped up when I Googled super cute gold medalist Evan Lysacek  was “Evan Lysacek girlfriend.” That so would have been me 10 years ago.)

Anyway, since there’s really no escaping the Twittersphere, I decided to just jump on the bandwagon and get it over with. You can follow me, if you so desire, as ALSquires29. I promise I won’t pull a Thumper on you.

Olympics!

Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun! Dun du du du dun du du du dun de dun dun dun!

For those of you not familiar with my musical (in)expertise, that is the tune to the Olympics theme, in words (well my attempt at it, at least). Because the Olympics are the best! I know a lot of people think they’re boring (die-hard fans of just about any other sport, usually), but I love them. Anyone who thinks they’re too “boring” to watch is missing out.

The new badass bike I'm sporting in honor of the Olympics.

Because the athletes competing in them only get a shot at the gold and glory once every four years, some of the most touching, inspirational stories come out of the Winter and Summer games. Take Alexandre Bilodeau, the Canadian mogul skier who won Canada’s first gold on home soil Monday (a quick aside: what the F took so long, Canada?), for example. This guy had the hopes of his entire country weighing on him, but who does he most draw inspiration from? His older brother, who has cerebral palsy, who motivates him to get out on the mountain on days he doesn’t really feel like it.

This is just one of the dozens upon dozens of inspiring stories, many of which we don’t even hear about during the games. Seriously, if you don’t at least consider tearing up at some of them, then you’re not human. You’re probably a man-eating robot with no soul and should resign yourself to living on Kobol for the rest of your insignificant life.

I love that the Olympics give the non-big-name athletes a chance to shine, because they’re not out there training hard every day for the money or to be famous, like many of the more popular pro sports athletes in our country. They get one shot every few years to prove they’re the best at what they love to do, and they often overcome many setbacks to do it, just like we all have to at some point in our lives. Who isn’t inspired by that?

To Conan, with love

OK, I know this whole Conan situation really isn’t important in the scheme of things. And even though I expected it, I’m still pretty distraught after hearing that the final “Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien” will air Friday.

Conan: My most favoritest person I haven’t met

As I said in a previous post, I’ve been a fan of Conan for about 12 years. As a teenager, I had a lot of anxiety — which led to insomnia — and Conan made me laugh and feel better during many a sleepless night. After all, you really can’t feel that bad after watching some tall, gangly redhead egg on Martha Stewart as she scarfs down a burrito and chugs an Olde English 800 (sadly, I could not find a clip of this on the Internets).

So, as pathetic as it sounds, I have a real emotional attachment to Mr. O’Brien, and watching all this seemingly silly drama unfold breaks my little squirrel heart. Yes, Conan — and the staff he’s looking out for — will be fine; you really can’t complain about a $45 million severence package. And he’ll hopefully sign a deal with FOX or another network by September.

It still just seems unfair to me. It’s like the awkward, quirky yet endearing nerd in high school finally getting to go on a date with his dream girl, only to have the popular jock steal her back before he’s had a real chance to woo her.

And yeah, I’ve heard all the crap about how Leno’s being made to look like the bad guy in all of this and how it’s unfair to him, blah, blah. But if Leno really is a good, classy guy — like Conan has proved to be — then why doesn’t he just step aside and let his successor take the reins of the show he supposedly loves? Because all he cares about is himself and money/cars and making fun of stupid people on the street, that’s why. Seriously, if I ever see that guy in person, I’m going to punch him right in that big, ugly chin of his. Not that my miniscule fist will even make a dent in that thing, but it’ll make me feel better.

Yeah, this photo probably belongs to NBC, but I really don’t give a shit.

Anyway, back to Conan. I mean, I really just love that guy. He’s tall and awkward with funny red hair, not your typical show-biz guy at all. But he’s learned to love those quirks, and the rest of America (well, the non-douchey ones, anyway) have come to love him, too.

It sounds corny, but we can all learn a lot from Conan. He doesn’t take himself too seriously, but he’s grateful for all he has and uses his good fortune to support worthwhile causes. Sure, he dishes it out when he makes fun of people on his show, but he can definitely take it, too. And he stands up for himself and those he cares about when he knows they aren’t being treated with respect, and he does it with class. (OK, you can argue that his recent NBC bashing isn’t all that classy, but those jerk stores deserve it, as far as I’m concerned.) Plus, I heard a rumor he stayed at Paws Up on vacation last summer (yeah, I was thisclose to stalking him), and any guy who loves Montana gets an ‘A’ in my book.

So Conan, from one awkward person to another, thank you. Thank you for making me laugh all these years and for being such a stand-up guy. You deserve better than what NBC is willing to give you, and I hope — for my sake, more than yours, really — that you land on your feet when it’s all said and done. But I know you will, so there’s no need for goodbyes. See you in September.

You stay classy, Conan

A man with wit and class? This is why I will love you, Conan, forever and ever. Amen.

Conan to NBC: Eff off

I’ve been a fan of Conan O’Brien for more than a decade, ever since I started watching  “Late Nite” as a 12-year-old insomniac. For a few years, I even had an alarm set on my Timex to go off as soon as his show started to ensure I wouldn’t miss it. Yes, that’s how devoted I was. I mean, what kind of crazy person wouldn’t want to watch such comedic genius as “The Year 2000” and “The Men Without Hats Conversation Channel”?

I love you, Conan!! (NBC photo)

Now, I admit I haven’t been quite as committed to Conan in the past few years, mainly because my newspaper night shifts interfered. And I only occasionally watch him on “The Tonight Show” because my aforementioned insomnia requires me to hop in bed to read myself to sleep a couple of hours before my actual bedtime.

Despite my wavering commitment, I’d like to say two words to NBC and Jay Leno for giving Conan the boot from his current time slot: Suck it. Hard. (OK, I added a third word after the fact, because I’m just that angry.)

How anyone could possibly think Jay Leno is funny continues to be one of Life’s Great Mysteries, and the fact that NBC gave him a primetime show so he can make those idiotic statements he calls “jokes” was asinine. Because Jay Leno is not funny. He’s incredibly lame, actually. His jokes are so stale and predictable that a 2-year-old could guess the punch lines and probably be too smart to find them amusing.

Or maybe he is funny, and I’m just bitter because he’s built a career around making fun of copy editors’ unfortunate mistakes. (As if the newspaper industry doesn’t already have it bad enough. Thanks a lot, asshole.)

Whether he’s funny or not, the network is now rewarding his poor ratings by moving him back to Conan’s hard-earned spot. (Well, they’re actually scrambling to save their asses, but same diff.) Granted, he’ll only have half an hour to jack-ass about, but that doesn’t change the fact that NBC agreed five years ago that Conan would replace him. Seriously, Jay, five years wasn’t long enough for that to sink in? (“For Mr. Leno, who made no secret that he was unhappy about being moved from ‘The Tonight Show,’ the change represents something of a vindication …” reports the NYT.) How about you do us all a favor: stop being the Brett Favre of late-night TV, go put on your leather jacket and play with your cars and motorcycles, OK?

If only NBC didn’t have “30 Rock” and the Winter Olympics, because I’d boycott their once-uncrappy network altogether, save Conan, if he stays. But I hope he tells them to eff off and heads to FOX or somewhere else. Why? Because he — and America — deserve better. That’s why.