Yeah. Kicking and screaming, today I signed up. I am now a part of the Twitter marketing cattle yard. Call it paranoia, but I have a vague uneasiness about Twitter, like flu shots or that creepy chick at the party who keeps passing me shooters she mixed herself, saying don't be such a baby. Man, this shit keeps up we're going to be communicating to each other like dolphins, a bunch of whirrs and clicks. I hope Twitter will allow me to reach out to those I dig and cherish, if not I'm bailing and dropping the whole deal like a sack full of rabid cats. Let's see. I need to blame somebody for pushing me over the edge and joining this crap. Bardsley. Yeah, that friggin' guy.
BIO
KIERAN SHEA’s fiction has appeared in dozens of venues including Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, Thuglit, Dogmatika, Word Riot, Plots with Guns, Beat to a Pulp, Crimefactory, and Needle: A Magazine of Noir ...as well as in some beefy-looking anthologies most of which will make you question the tether of his shiny, red balloon. To his self-deprecating astonishment he's also been nominated for the Story South’s Million Writers Award twice without sending the judges so much as a thank you note. He co-edited the satiric transgressive fiction collection D*CKED: DARK FICTION INSPIRED BY DICK CHENEY and his debut novel KOKO TAKES A HOLIDAY is out now from Titan Books. Kieran divides his time between 38°58′22.6″N- 76°30′4.17″W and 39.2775° N, 74.5750° W.
9/21/09
Big Whoopin' Deal: Twitter
Yeah. Kicking and screaming, today I signed up. I am now a part of the Twitter marketing cattle yard. Call it paranoia, but I have a vague uneasiness about Twitter, like flu shots or that creepy chick at the party who keeps passing me shooters she mixed herself, saying don't be such a baby. Man, this shit keeps up we're going to be communicating to each other like dolphins, a bunch of whirrs and clicks. I hope Twitter will allow me to reach out to those I dig and cherish, if not I'm bailing and dropping the whole deal like a sack full of rabid cats. Let's see. I need to blame somebody for pushing me over the edge and joining this crap. Bardsley. Yeah, that friggin' guy.