My good man Jason DeFillippo, Metblogs cofounder and most decidedly one who does not mince words harshly took me to task after I tweeted who won “Survivor” following the finale’s conclusion a couple Sundays ago:
“Posting spoilers is like fucking someone’s kitten. You just don’t do it.”
And he was right to do so.
In my defense, I did the deed after the result was aired on the west coast, but still. It was an important reminder that beyond timezone differences we’re in an age of DVRs and delayed viewing. And it’s simply good and considerate practice to keep the beans unspilled. For how long? I don’t know that answer. I don’t care about that answer.
Fast forward to last night and I’m watching “American Idol.” Early on in the typically interminable finale, shortly after the Bee Gees sang “How Deep Is Your Love” with a couple of this season’s Top-10 finishers, I tweeted how seeing the surviving Brothers Gibb perform, made me smile. Sincerely so.
Not long thereafter came a response from a bike-minded enthusiast I follow whose Twitter name is cyclingnirvana:
“Yes, me too! But the power grab from Janet Jackson made me sick.”
Wondering what he was talking about, I tweeted back:
“Hmmmmm, I think I missed that… Or it hasn’t happened yet?”
And he came back with:
Sorry, it happens late in the show.
Ah, so now the two of us realize two things. I know he’s in a timezone east of me (turns out way ahead of me in Florida), and he knows I’m in one behind him somewhere. I fleetingly toy with the idea of requesting that he keep any news of the winner to himself but give him the benefit of the doubt that he wouldn’t do such a silly thing.
Not more than a few minutes later while I’m transfixed by Christina Aguilera’s performance, he does:
“Really would have liked to see Crystal Bowersox win. She has an awesome voice and style. But I’m sure she’ll do well.”
I toyed with several harsh replies, such as a replay of Jason’s aforementioned reality check and “Really would have liked to see you STFU,” but instead because I’m sure he’s a decent fellow who was just tweeting what happening around him I just admonished him with an entirely expletive- and animalporn-free:
“Dood. Way to spoil it for those of us who aren’t in your timezone.”
Which the guy completely ignored. Nirvana? More like some nerve.
UPDATE (11:52 a.m.): Strike that part about him ignoring me. I got a direct message from him this morning apologizing.
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