The parallel is imperfect. Firstly, the reason the panda must avoid "energy sapping encounters" is its low calorie diet. This is not a problem with a diet of crème caramel and mini eggs. Second, the cuteness. I am not cute, though I would like to point out that today I have washed and dressed. I even found some moisturiser when I was looking for my cash card (no, no luck)
You have by now watched the clip (yes, you have. If not, go and watch it). I would like to posit a theory that Twitter and Facebook are the human equivalent of pandas rubbing their bits against a tree. The panda, the soporific voice of David Attenborough murmurs, sniffs the tree trunk for signals of what has been going on in its peer group whilst it has been dozing and chewing bamboo in its stakhanite fashion. Rather than going and interacting with actual other pandas, it just sniffs the tree. Then, it, in turn, rubs its head or bottom, depending on how athletic it is feeling, on the tree to leave its own "message" for the group. You see where I am going with this? If I were Alain de Botton, someone would pay me to write a book about this. You KNOW it's true. It would be called something like "Bamboo generation: how panda social media is killing conversation". And there would be a soulful author photo of me, bald, ponderous and bespectacled, looking like someone who was frequently placed in bins by bullies at school, holding out a shoot of bamboo.
Now here is a picture of some Belgian graffiti, so we can pretend I have left the house today.
If I put two pictures, you'll think I went out twice, right? Look, this one is taken from veerrry verrry far away, as if , say using a telephoto lens out of a window, say, maybe from my front room?
Shackass, hoist by my own petard.