Sprays coffee
everywhere.
I was...
MENTIONED in a video?!
Don’t these people know I’m on the
run?!
Hell, if I weren’t on the run
before...I am racing for my life now. I’ve mentioned Zelda before. HERE’S A BLOG POST ABOUT THAT. I’ll wait for you.
*
Empress Zelda Wasser, Queen of ZeldaLand, is to her nation what Jadis is to
Narnia. Hmm. That makes her sound evil. But is Jadis really that bad? Free
Turkish Delight comes at a cost, it’s true...
I don’t routinely beam my book links
on the Twitter. People tune that sort of publicity right out of their systems.
Instead, I speak to the masses about #coffee - which I hashtag - and mints, on
which I sometimes overdose.
This is all part of my evil plan to
engage in wordplay on a social media site. Because BUY MY BOOK BUY MY BOOK
BUY MY BOOK just won’t cut it.
And so.
Tuning in for a spot of Twitter and
discovering Zelda Wasser, I was astonished to be made privy to a terrible tale
of internet interaction. By her own admission, Zelda has no concept of privacy.
She shares information any serial
killer would love to know.
Here is a list of the firearms
stored at my house. Come visit. We’ll be waiting for you.
Zelda’s latest misadventure drew me
in, yes, in real-time. I used the word privy with a sense of mischief.
However, this is a family-based blog and...
The Manson Family.
Who the fuck am I kidding? Even I’m
not sturdy enough to be reading some of the sick twisted shit I come up with,
let alone the material I encounter online.
Right before our very Tweets, Queen
Zelda suddenly engaged in simultaneous correspondence with a gentleman from the
Indian subcontinent.
Was he made privy to Zelda? This tale
was more incontinent than subcontinent. Suffice to say the
gentleman’s predilection for showers of a golden hue knew no bounds.
Would Zelda oblige?
No. Though Zelda would blog about her
experience.
Zelda drew up plans. I’d already been
dragged into those. She bestowed a Dukedom upon me. And there was talk of
filling in on the shark patrol.
New plans ripened. She decided to pull
that old madwoman in the attic routine. (Fans of literary greatness,
look away now.) Being the 21st Century, the shock twist involved use of a
third-rate phone and some rambling.
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While Zelda texted to the dick on the other end of two telephone lines, she
shared her exploits live on the interwebs.
On occasion, I perform blog maintenance. I
ran through my blog posts, checking for consistency. Alas…
The main update is to note that Zelda’s
video is no longer on the interwebs, rendering this blog post obsolete. One man
impersonated two men and chatted to Zelda and other Zelda. This was hilarious
for all the wrong reasons.
I guess you had to be there. And now, it’s
all gone. Only notes left in the aftermath of glitches let you know what went
down.
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