I received a comment worth commenting on today: nice post. I would love to follow you on twitter. The appreciative glint brought on by her first sentence was arrow-pierced and sword-beheaded by her last...creating in me a supernova-dwarfing impulse to verbally pummel a portion of Donnie Darko dinnertime conversation into the anonymous ingénue.
Maybe her comment was an attempt at irony (the 140 character-thing). Although I'm proud of the chapter upon which I received this comment-l'exaspérant, it's not short (coming within hand-grenade range of 1,200 words). It could also be that this néophyte had yet to read my previously written thoughts on the ridiculous fad.
This bit of artistic expression should clarify my position on the twitter matter.
(I realize my anonymous twitter-friendly commenter may be male, because some gay men do tweet—but, if that's the case, he'd be ok with my feminine pronoun usage.)
Thirst will parch your tongue and your body will waste through lack of sleep ere you can describe in words that which painting instantly sets before the eye. — Leonardo da Vinci
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Despite your hatred for the 140 character standard, I still think you're cool. :-)
Could've been worse! 'She' could've requested you follow 'her' on Myspace! *hisses, bares fangs*
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