I just started a Twitter account. Why? I don't know. Liz told me about it.
I could answer their perennial question, "What are you doing?" with something memorable this morning:
I like the art of the shortest short story. Is Twitter the ultimate Hemingway legacy? "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
I also love these classics:
Gown removed carelessly. Head, less so.
- Joss WhedonLonged for him. Got him. Shit.
- Margaret AtwoodJuicy offer. Must decline. Still paralysed.
- Richard FordDad called: DNA back: he isn't.
- Helen FieldingWith bloody hands, I say good-bye.
- Frank Miller
I am still way too chatty, but I shall work on cutting myself to the core. After I finish mopping up.