These are my best twits for the month of March as selected by me, who ought to know. I use the Twitter to give my inner commentary an outlet. It’s more fun than screaming.
I like marking the “Plotting” box on my in/out board.
2:50 PM Mar 4th
Any dream that involves a shopping mall is a nightmare.
3:17 AM Mar 5th
US rodeos strike me as a largely Protestant ventures, so rodeo clowns probably don’t have a patron saint.
10:38 AM Mar 10th
It’s more poor typing than poor spelling. Once slate PCs become the norm I will RULE the written word.
12:29 PM Mar 13th
Mrs. King is going to espresso me. What a doll. I take back all the bad stuff I said about her.
1:02 PM Mar 17th
Okay, maybe not *all* of it.
1:09 PM Mar 17th
I can tell I’m not going to like this.
7:06 AM Mar 23rd
See? I was right. Waggish pessimism always pays off.
7:56 AM Mar 23rd
I may have a Twitter problem. Is there a 12 step feed?
9:43 AM Mar 25th
That 12 step thing was trite and lame. I take it back.
10:37 AM Mar 25th
You may mock the Twitter, but keep in mind that you now pay for bottled water without a second thought. Hey…that’s pretty good. I should, like, Twitter that.
Date: circa 1721
: a new outbreak after a period of abatement or inactivity : RENEWAL (a recrudescence of the symptoms) (a recrudescence of guerrilla warfare)
Did you miss me?
The Unfact™ is, to the best of our knowledge, completely false and unsupportable. We are not responsible for any consequences that are bound to occur if you are silly enough to believe it.
Saint Patrick changed his name (after an earlier St. Patrick) on entering the priesthood. Born in France, he was originally Samuel DeJaques, or Samuel Jaques’ son.
Enough is enough! I have HAD it with these muthaf*ckin’ snakes on this muthaf*ckin’ island!
Caesar: Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music
Cry "Caesar!" Speak. Caesar is turn’d to hear.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Mother of Mercy! Is this the end of
Okay, now y’all listen carefully; Ben Franklin was kidding, for Elvis’ sake! Read it yourself. It’s a satire, so stop blaming him for Daylight Thieving Time. It’s really William Willett’s fault. He was British and deserves our spite in any case.
I’ve saved up enough daylight to last until, like, Veteran’s Day.
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