Four and three and two and one – say it loud, you’re at the Funhouse and proud!
This week, I shit-canned yet another social media account created for the promotion of Two Voices but not before spending approximately 3 weeks fruitlessly trying to figure out what the fuck is the purpose of Twitter. Thus ended my embarrassingly ill-advised forays into the cheapskate’s version of digital advertising. The only followers I accrued in that time were people who already read my silliness with regularity and we ended up re-tweeting each other’s tweets for the seeming edification of ourselves. (It was still very much appreciated, OrchidsLantern). Other than that, Sarah Silverman and Patton Oswalt tweeted some funny shit and Donald Schmuck twice pissed me off so badly with his deluded cocksuckery that I ripped him a new one in response, further cementing my place on some government watch list.
Just now, I gained some newfound respect for Microsoft Word, because it underscored the word “tweeted” in green, implying it’s not a word in that context which of course, it isn’t. Then again, it underscored “cocksuckery” in red and that is absolutely a word in any context.
If anyone’s been wondering, Maryellen’s in the midst of recuperating from surgery and packing up to move to Santa Fe, so you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future. Once she’s settled in her new digs, I’m sure she’ll have plenty to report.
So now, let’s drop in on the gals from Broad City, as Ilana discovers the shocking extent of Abbi’s obsession with Bed, Bath & Beyond: