But what is so damned awesome about favstar and similar services is:
I can see who STILL thought some of the jokes with narrow appeal warranted a star.
The king of this is usually Dave. Doctor Gorum reminds me of a friend of mine that gets even the most horrible of my jokes. As a matter of fact, I EXPECT his face under the worst of my posts. Same goes for both of the other dinobrains, but for very different reasons. Bee sticks to the ones that make sense but just barely, and Mike spreads the love around more. Sweeney and Sweeney, “Bio” (eyeroll), and Nicky are the same way. Though I’m pretty sure Nicky stopped reading the posts and just clicks when she sees my avatar.
I can go on with all of you goofs and your preferences. Bailey, Kim, Mary, Inso, Adam, the other Adam, Theresa, Steve, Duty, Josh, Shane, Merlin, Moltz, Jess, Kat… I could tell you a pattern in terms of what kinds of posts of mine they like for each of these people and many others.
That’s pretty damned crazy when you think about it.
Some people might think this makes all of this cold and calculated. I think it does the opposite. It’s like the online equivalent of one of my favorite things in the world: making a joke in a group of people, then turning to look at the one person you know will like it.
Nothing cold about it.
Anyway, screw you internet; “Burrito Hero” is hilarious.
…still waiting for “Bio” to star it.
…which he will.
It is true that I will star even the worst of his tweets. This is because no matter how “bad” it is I can see his face cracking up at his own joke, which makes me crack up twice as hard.
Glamour magazine want me to write a 2000-word piece about me, myself and I and the influence my childhood and especially my relationship with my father had on my novel. This is squee-inducingly exciting, as Glamour is one of the top UK women’s monthly glossy wotsits, but it’s meant to be done by the end of tomorrow and I’m knackered and blue and terribly jetlegged and holy hell I don’t know where to begin.
Oh, and did I mention they’re coming to Brighton to do a flippin’ photoshoot with me tomorrow? Clothes, hair, makeup, the works.
TOMORROW. PHOTOSHOOT. ME. HAHAHAHAhahahaaa…*
Severe jetlag will never have looked so glamorous**.
* I’m terrified, someone needs to come hold my hand.