From a Parcbench article about Twitter, this paragraph struck me as hysterically funny.
What makes a million people so interested in Mr. Kutcher’s pancake intake anyway? Obviously, his wealth and fame has not made him less of a self-absorbed, internet-obsessed hermit. Without Demi Moore and his undeserved millions from tragically slap-stick romantic comedies, he’s only an Everquest obsession away from living in his mother’s basement with German underground industrial music on loop while writing anime movie reviews on breast to assault rifle ratio. But, I digress. I can only assume that his army of followers are just narrowly more pathetic than someone who feels a constant need to update people about how he’s updating the page they’re reading.