the slack daily

Why I Love Twitter.

One to Grow On.

 

So That Just Happened...

Then DC Pierson said:

 

You should follow DC, if you aren't already.

Ladies & Gentlemen, my Husband.

Follow Will and Rob Delaney on Twitter.

#Oscars

Miss me? You won't soon, because you are about to have so much slackmistress shoved down your throat you're gonna choke on it. That's right! CHOKE ON IT, BITCHES!

Wait, where were we?

Oh, yes: The Oscars. You might have put on a fancy dress and walked the red carpet. Me, I put on jeans and a t-shirt and drank beer while hanging out on Twitter. Here are some of my favorites from my Oscars live-tweet.

 

TWENTY DAYS LATER

We're twenty days into this whole 2011 project. I know! I didn't think that 2011 would last, but it seems to have caught on with the kids.

Crowdsourcing New Year's Resolutions was somewhat of a bust. Those who did participate said I should:

1. Make more corny sex jokes. I CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN.

2. Do more public speaking. I would love to. I actually LIKE speaking in public. Mostly because I'm insane, but also because I'm someone who loves to perform but it shy about doing so, so participating on panels and gving short talks feeds my insane ego.

3. Get back on BetheMarriage. This is something I've been thinking about as well. But if it comes back, I need it to be better. Different. And the brainspace that is required is being rented out for various other opportunities. But I swear, it's on the table.

4. Write more about Lizzie McGuire. Check.

And that's it. Maybe you've resolved to participate more, but it's really my fault. Emails have been pouring in by the tens asking me where I am. One of my resolutions is always is to write more, and in this case, it's been happening. Just not here.

I think a lot about the buffet of social media options, what I use and why.

Twitter I use to be a smartass and fine-tune my very rusty comedy skills (as a result, you can also now find me on WitStream!), as well as socialize with my friends.

Tumblr I use to write thoughts that are longer than Twitter and shorter than a blog post. I also use it to make posts that I want other people to share. (Like is Gwyenth Paltrow an Andy Kaufman experience in my yet-to-be- memefied What If Wednesday.)

Facebook I use to keep tabs on my friends and see if ex-friends have gotten fat. SHUT UP WE ALL DO IT.

The Slack Daily I use when I have something that's longer than a thought and a punchline.

...

So I haven't been around much, because I've been using those thoughts and punchlines (just add character + story) to my WRITINGwriting which is the stuff I'm being paid (or will eventually be paid) to do.

I'm writing more.

I've been prioritizing that over things like sunlight, food, sleep and personal hygiene.  Ripped right from the headlines of Sheila E's "Glamorous Life."

I've always wanted to be a Warren Ellis, or my new friend Chuck Wendig (I call him a friend because I think that's what you call someone with whom you discuss hobo handjobs over Skype, yes?) who churn out words (good words, at that) at an impressive rate. But one doesn't turn into Warren Ellis overnight - there's simply not enough whisky.  However, inventing the term pudding-fucking insane is a start.

So that's where I've been, and that's what I'm doing.

The point is, my darlings, I'm always somewhere. And you're always welcome to find me. (ON THE INTERNET YOU PERVS.)

 

 

Men of a Certain Twitter.

I've been vocal about my thoughts regarding how Hollywood - writers, specifically - have been slow to investigate new technologies.  While all of these new technologies and tools can be opportunities for new ways to tell stories, they can also be a way to take the temperature of an audience - sometimes one that you weren't even aware that you had.

I'm always shocked at who follows me on Twitter. Right before Christmas, I was absolutel delighted to discover this in my inbox:

 

It made me reconsider posting about Daisy's flatulence and the nasty rash on my ankle from my air cast.

Last night I was watching Men of a Certain Age, a show that I season pass. I realize I'm not the target audience, but I love Andre Braugher, Scott Bakula, and it's nice to see Raymond finally gettin' some. The writing is good, and although I find their female to be a bit one-dimensional (except for Owen's wife, Melissa), I appreciate the fact that they're creating entertainment for a demographic that has a tendency to be forgotten.  And while I'm not in that demographic, I appreciate good storytelling.

But I'm also a smartass. Last night, I posted this after the show:

 

A few moments later, this showed up in my mentions column:

That's Mike Royce, Co-Creator & Executive Producer of Men Of a Certain Age.

I exlained that I liked last night's episode, that I was being a smartass, but that I fet the women were a little one-dimensional. However, I also said that I understand that the show is MEN of a Certain Age, and that the TV process is a bit like a hot dog factory: there's a lot of pieces that go into creating the perfect all-beef frank.  I've spent plenty of years in the TV Writing Mines not to know this.

 

 

When I was working on MTV's Savage County, I had a few vocal detractors on Twitter, but instead of getting offended or huffy, I pressed them to discover what could I have done better? That's what makes me a better writer, a better creator, and in the end creates more fans.

If I found out that Mike Royce was on Twitter and didn't respond to anyone, I wouldn't think much of it. And yes, it's easy to respond to fans of your work. The fact that he chose to engage with someone who was being a smartass by not being a smartass is a classy move, and one that I hope that all creators - not just TV - will take advantage of.

 

Men of a Certain Age airs Mondays at 10/9c on TNT.

Mike Royce on Twitter.

Me on Twitter.

 

 

CATS ARE EVIL, or How I Twitter Through Anything

If you think you've broken your ankle*, I suggest you do it on Twitter.

 

 

Thanks to everyone who kept me company (and kept me laughing): Virginia, Caissie, Gene George, Nutcase, John, Miss Grace, LateandSoon, Mocoddle and finally NOVYSAN for realizing he was closer to me than Will was and picking me up and taking me to the ER.

 

*It was only a bad sprain. The nurse was shocked. I HAVE BONES OF STEEL.

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