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While I like to think every post here on Sesquipedalis isn't worth your time or effort, there are a few that have at least come close.

Finally, A Use for Twitter - Some writers spend their entire lives working on their great masterpiece, toiling over ever word selection, and rearranging passages and plots over and over again. While I tend to fret over the smallest details on most stories, I wrote this one in about a half an hour while watching a Sun's game and talking with my family.

A year later, the story has been on CNN and in Time magazine. I've seen it translated in to at least a dozen different languages, and it's even been sited in a few books on twitter. Had I known it was going to be so huge, I might have put more effort in to it. Maybe it's a good thing that I didn't.

A Series of Open Letters - This is a post I actually wrote in my head as it was happening. That doesn't happen too often for me, and I particularly liked the idea of these little bits of info coming together to make a story. I'm not sure if anyone else liked it, but it might be my personal favorite.

The Liang Prank - This isn't so much a story as it is a reciting of the greatest prank I've ever pulled off. Credit has to go to Sean for orchestrating it. It even showed up on Zug about a year later.

The Three Alarm Fire - This story is sadly all true. It's one of the most well encapsulated and sad date stories that I have. It's also my mother's favorite story on my blog, and the one that she likes to have people read when she tells them, "My son has a blog. It's funny." I appreciate that she's proud of me, but it felt a bit odd the day I came in to my parent's house and found my grandmother reading a story about me lubing up my ass.

DJ Jazzy Jesse - What's the Internet good for if you can't screw with people a little?

Hedy Lamarr - I really liked the idea of doing a faux "babe of the day" post that was more about the girl being a nerd than her being attractive. I originally intended to only do one of these, but I ended up going back and doing a few more.

Black Comedians - I wanted to do something a little different, so I tried this out with a controversial topic. Some people got the joke and loved it. Some people got the joke and hated it, but everyone who didn't get the joke absolutely hated it.


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"You realize that 'The Real Shaq' is probably a 5'4 White, 14 year old emo kid who's getting his jolly's from the attention, right?" I asked him.

"I don't know. I think it's really him"

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"Well, I just got a twitter from The Real Shaq, and he's at 5 & Diner right now," Sean informed me.

"Let's go then" I said, assuming that I'd finally put this "Real Shaq" crap to rest.

Twenty minutes later we were pulling up to the restaurant and looking for the big black truck that he's rumored to drive around town. "Maybe that's it" Sean said, pointing at an older, but nice Van and laughing. As we pulled up I saw the Superman symbol on the grill.

Maybe that is it?

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