The Twitterati

I woke in the middle of the night and just could NOT get back to sleep. So…what did I do? I made the big mistake of firing up Twitter. I was looking for cat pics and vids and was handsomely rewarded. OF FUCKING COURSE, it was Mister John Scalzi who came to my rescue. There was an entire thread about one of his cat’s explorations of snow. He also posts cat breaks from his burrito, politics, sci-fi, book world and gorgeous fam tweets. So, rilly, not at all a big mistake.

It was just what I needed but then, I got caught up in the political side of the app. Sometimes it can be pretty damn funny – see TBogg and The Hoarse Whisperer. Plus, there’s art, interesting science stuff and, did I mention, I just adore Scalzi’s feed.

There are also, sadly, assholes – a lot of them. Just one fer instance – Chachi.

Way back when I was a kid, when a star (or 'star') faded and, additionally, lacked the chops (or self-marketing skills) to score another show in SitcomLand, there was always Hollywood Squares, Match Game and occasional guest appearances on whatever show was hot at the mo.

It seems Seinfeld and then Friends made it a thing that either you had to have actual, real talent or be an honest-and-true NAME to score those walk-ons or recurring ancillary parts.

Chachi, who was never more than small-time, was a teevee sitcom actor way back in the ‘70s . Yeah, the '70s – and his career – shit the bed 42 years ago. I don’t recall seeing the particular show he was on but I get the sense that he lacked the skills to, like Travolta, make the leap from small to large screen.

So, what’s Chach doing to keep his tiny matchstick flame of “fame” alive? He hitched his wagon to the Tangerine Treason Train and chases relevance on Twitter. Growing old gracefully and saying “So long and thanks for all the fish” with dignity and charm is, obvs, lightyears beyond his ken. C'est la vie, eh?

This is just horribly sad (or would be if I gave a fuck about this nobody). How does being a tweeting fascist and unhirable has-been ‘personality’ pay the rent?

Another celebrity (but, apparently, only on the Bird and in BernieBro Land) is someone named Shaun King. Who IS he? A blogger, failed business-dude and BernieBro who seems to now be generally reviled. Dunno what his deal is but I keep reading his name as Shawarma King and then I get hungry.

Apart from the website I just found, I don’t know who Don Winslow. is (and is he from the town in Arizona or was he in the Eagles? I think not.) but I think this is a GREAT idea.

Yes, yezzz, I finally fell back into Dream Land (with Coco napping on my chest). Undoubtedly, my midnight way-too-wakeful state would’ve been a fuck-ton more brief had I resisted the call of the Bird. 

C'est La Vie – Emmy Lou Harris