You easiest method would be the to search feature on twitter:
Yeah you'll get a lot of syncophants too (and bob replying to himself) but it is the quickest way to find dunks.
For a moment, I want to go back to Bob's book. So I finally found the part
@Adamska mentioned about his parents and internet:
I don’t know that there was an exact moment in time when I effectively stopped playing video games, I just know that it happened. I don’t recall a single moment when I simply said “I’m done,” especially since I never really fully quit cold turkey. All I can say for sure is that at one moment the vast majority of my free time was spent playing, reading about, and thinking about video games… and then it wasn’t anymore.
Despite its place in the overall narrative, I honestly don’t feel like it was strictly a result of the First Age of Nintendo coming to a close for my Generation, though I imagine it helped. The first sign of it was that I was spending more time dwelling in the “gaming community” than I was actually playing the games. Reading about the launch of Nintendo Power’s America Online site was my introduction to the concept of internet chat rooms and message boards – and it spurred me (and, with some nudging, my family) to finally get a good internet connection so that I might use them. I devoured the world of the early Internet, particularly gaming sites. The hours once spent replaying my favorite games were replaced by hours of chatting and arguing about new ones. A new normal of gaming developed in my house: I learned about games, and my younger brother and sister did the playing.
What a preview to twitter... even before the blue bird Bobby was addicted to the 'net. And the headline for this section?
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Also his words on how much he loves movies:
My other Internet fixation, movie sites, had reawakened my other geek passion for filmmaking in a major way. For the first time I had a career path that seemed more attractive and more plausible than game design: get into the movies. Writing, directing, special effects, maybe even criticism—just get into the movies. With all this on my plate, something had to give… and somewhere along the line video games became that something.
And again, just how much this guy cannot handle interactions with people.
(referencing his boss of the local tv show review job after being fired)
I’m told he’d behaved in a manner (because it’s hearsay I won’t get into specifics) that disturbed the production staff during the taping of the “Passion” episode, and that my name had come up, which had me walking around more than a little paranoid for a few weeks; but nothing ever came of it.
(after being involved in a car wreck)
I was freaking out pretty bad. The move to the new place was only days away, and this was not an expense I needed. More immediately, the residents of houses along the street came pouring out to surround us both; apparently she was local and The Neighborhood was coming to her “defense.” I’ve lived in this town long enough to have seen this scenario play out before, and I knew I didn’t want to be on the “offending” side. One guy among the crowd appointed himself the leader and started in trying to wheel and deal me: no cops, let’s just settle up, maybe some cash, insurance will just raise premiums, etc. No thanks, pal. Cops showed up anyway, but not before I’d called the family for a ride (and, frankly, for some strength in numbers).
