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the most popular thing i’ve ever said on twitter
“Dear all news sites ever: just shut up the fricking videos and give me words. I read a fuckload faster than you talk.”
Seriously, it’s been directly retweeted hundreds of times and tweeted-with-commentary hundreds more (I dunno how to do the cool things that tell you exactly how many RTs something has had). How utterly bizarre.
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*laughs*
*laughs* Possibly the most-fun in a totally silly way thing about Twitter is that one occasionally communicates with people one has no expectation of ever communicating with. To wit: an actor I follow (the guy after whom Morrison was accidentally both named and described, actually) said “thanks for all the birthday wishes”, hence alerting me to it being his birthday. Being a clever wit, I said “Oh hey happy birthday!” to him, and he said “oh hey thank you!” back.
This is completely meaningless in the grand scheme of things, of course, but it pleases me. :)
The really bizarre thing is the realization that I am sometimes the Famous Person (TM) in that equation. :)
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twitter, facebook, shameless self promotion…
All right, while it would no doubt be easier to give away books, I’m going to write a couple of Walker Papers short stories (possibly *very* short stories) for Facebook fans/Twitter followers when they crest a certain number. For Facebook, that number is 250, which is only ten or eleven people away. (The story may get substantially longer with every, say, hundred more people who join the fan group.) The Facebook fan page is here.
For Twitter, which the entire world seems to claim as More Popular, the number is 500, which is much further away. (Ditto with the story length getting potentially longer with every hundred people past 500.) Follow me on Twitter here.
And while I’m shilling, I may as well mention that the Old Races short story, “Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight”, is more than halfway to the commission goal–another $316 will get the people who pledged to support it their very own Janx & Daisani story which won’t be seen elsewhere for a minimum of three months and possibly for years. You know you want to!
Now I’m going into Dublin AGAIN to try to find shoes that will fit my stupid wide thick feet. I may not make it to the war room at all today, but hopefully I’ll show up not quite a couple hours late…