Someone needs to take away my Twitter for awhile. Oh God, I am such a dorknozzle.

Is there a special club for the thrice-followed (and -unfollowed) by the inimitable nostrich? Because if not, I could totally be its director. Or at least its recording secretary. (Wait, I got fired from my last secretarial job. Whatever, I’d at least qualify to be a member, right?)

At least, if my banal excesses frequently drive away the best and the brightest (which I understand all too well; as stated previously, I’d unfollow me too, if only I could), the timing is hilariously apt.

No matter, he’s awesome. If you’re not following him, you should.

Guys! Sometimes my husband actually listens to me! (I mean, in matters other than ‘okay, a little lower… no… not that far… hey, ouch!’). I had been telling him that while his previous Twitter avatar was cute in its own… special way, it just wasn’t working. His new one - while it relies on a current meme which, surely, won’t be nearly as cute once the awesomeness that was Aretha Franklin’s Inauguration bonnet has receded into the culture’s distant memory - is pretty winsome, as far as I’m concerned. (Photo onto which the floppy-bowed wonder was ‘shopped is one of him from high school, after I’d moved thousands of miles away, though I always knew I was going to see his goofy ass again.)