A Good Imagination and a Pile of Junk

Ya know, in this infinitely weird and wonderful world, there are some things I just don’t understand.

Sure sure, there are some things I find too repulsive to grasp, too stupid to believe, etc.  This isn’t one of them.

What I don’t get is why seemingly random people have started following me on twitter.

It doesn’t BOTHER me in the least.  Hey, more power to ‘em.  I’m still in the “is this thing on?” stages of it so hey, whatever blows your skirt up.

But why?  The people I know are people I know I know and that all makes sense (and I’ve usually followed them in kind, though nobody seems to actually… you know… USE the thing, but whatever.)  But I get one or two emails a day saying “soandso’s following you.”

I do get the moment of creepoutedness that you might imagine such a phrase would invoke.  But I just sorta shrug, crinkle my brow and say (usually outloud to the screen) “hey man, whatever, knock yourself out.”

But not understandin’ nuthin’ makes my hed hurt.

So there’s a novel coming out in July that I’m more excited about than a certain fragment of my readership (which I’m going to gain after I post this) is likely to believe.

The author is one of the most glib, twisted, hilarious people… there are.

The novel (The Last Bridge) is her first and lately she’s been blogging about the “ohmygodohmygodohmygod…wait what? ohmygod!” process of it all and doing so with remarkable …err… aplomb is the wrong word…

Oh forget it.  Go read… Teri Coyne’s blog,  the flip side…