Very funny piece on Slate about "orphaned tweets" — people who set up a Twitter account, posted one tweet, and then never returned. Think of them as a series of miniature Beckett plays and they take on a certain eerieness. "Sitting next to a big, hairy, smelly guy on the bus." "weeping gently." And sometimes they get positively creepy, as in this one-timer: "I am writing an email to the makers of Spray N Wash to thank them for making a product that got the blood stains out of my new PJs and robe. "