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livetweeting LONESOME DOVE, the complete collection

note: i saved these as i was going along, so they are in reverse order (as is the normal with twitter), with the most recent at the top and the first at the very bottom. so really you should scroll allllllll the way down and read it that way for it to make sense. i started tweeting the book about 100 pages in, on June 18, and finished reading on June 30. i tried to avoid spoilers, but there are some, ahem, STRONG HINTS as to plot development. 

nota bene: if you haven’t already? you really, really, REALLY, should read LONESOME DOVE. full post extolling its virtues TK.

my only consolation RT@PnPBookseller: @jennIRL there’s a prequel and two sequels!

on the last 100 pages of Lonesome Dove. even after 900 pages, I AM NOT READY FOR IT TO BE OVER.

ZING!!!! Po Campo keeps it real, y’all.

“A haircut will last you a month, but what you get from the whores will only last a moment. Unless she gives you something you don’t want.”

previously on Lonesome Dove: FOR THE LOVE OF PETE LET CLARA KEEP THE BABY; i kind of miss the pigs.

Gus is still, by a longshot, the best thing about this book. Clara and Call are tied for second place.

more snakes! i prefer the pigs.

“She liked Thackeray’s ladies better than Dickens’s, and George Eliot’s best of all.” i knew i was going to like Clara.

previously on Lonesome Dove: Jake Spoon finally gets what-for, and i feel like a jerk (but only for a minute)

well shit. now i feel like a jerk. dammit, Jake Spoon! you are problematic!

previously on Lonesome Dove: WHY IS JAKE SPOON STILL ALIVE?!

McMurtry, you are KILLING ME HERE.

“Let’s cross the river. It’s that or hire you a lawyer, and I say, why waste the money?” “That store don’t sell lawyers anyway.”

previously on Lonesome Dove: someone needs to shoot Jake Spoon; i am still not sure how i feel about Elmira; Po Campo FTW.

“I seldom get conversation like yours. I can’t figure out if I like it or not, but I will admit it’s conversation.” cowboy plainspeak FTW!

“Don’t be trying to give back pain for pain,” he said. “You can’t get even measures in business like this.”

previously on Lonesome Dove: almost everyone dies; Gus is one bad-ass mofo; there are still pigs.

now see here, McMurtry. if things don’t start looking up, so help me god, you WILL get an angry letter in the mail.

previously on Lonesome Dove: Injuns are a-foot; Lorie is missing; Jake Spoon is an ass.

a writer who can turn pigs into recurring characters is a writer not to be taken lightly.

MORE PIGS! “This particular bunch of pigs had a strong dislike of white horses, or perhaps of deputy sheriffs.”

i have met some modern-day versions of Jake Spoon, now that i think about it.

“Jake was up to being Jake,” Augustus said. “It’s a full-time job. He requires a woman to help him with it.”

previously on Lonesome Dove: womenfolk are a mystery, including the “sporting” ones; lots of dust; there are still pigs.

“Although Lonesome Dove had not been much of a town, he felt sure that a little whiskey would have made him feel sentimental about it.”

previously on LONESOME DOVE: more pigs; oldey-time sex was called “poking”; woman in pants!!! #amreading

i think it’s about time for ” ‘I god” to come back into fashion, don’t y’all? #LONESOMEDOVE

“Getting up early & feeling awake was the one skill he had never truly perfected–he got up, of course, but it never felt natural.” PREACH.

i mean, c’mon: “The kettle was big enough to hold a small mule, if anybody had wanted to boil one.” so off-handedly funny i can’t stand it!

previously on LONESOME DOVE: Gus talks a lot; Call is grumpy; there are pigs.

who wants to hear about LONESOME DOVE? … what’s that? ALL OF YOU?! excellent.

how to lose followers and alienate tweeple

note: my twitter sabbatical will continue through the end of the year. i’m barely going to have the brain power to tie my shoes, let alone have conversations online, until the holiday season is over.

i unfollowed 751 people this week.

no, seriously.

one of the reasons i decided on my twitter sabbatical was because the overwhelming amount of information available to me. it was an embarrassment of riches — smart people talking about books (and stuff) ALL THE TIME. what could be better, right?

….. yeah. not so much.

turns out that when you are me, and you have that much information coming at you, you freak the hell out. WHICH LINK DO I CLICK FIRST? WHICH OF THESE 200 PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THIS VERY INTERESTING TOPIC SHOULD I RETWEET? WHICH OF THE 8,529 BOOKS RECOMMENDED TO ME THIS WEEK SHOULD I READ FIRST?

there are people on twitter, smart, savvy, interesting people, who know how to handle this kind of thing. they have lists, and techniques, and stuff! i know, because they told me so! but it turns out, even when i fiddle with lists (and LORD have i done that) it’s still too much. i want to look at all of it, all the time.

so, once i felt like i had some perspective, (i.e. i hadn’t been on twitter in a month, give-or-take) i started looking back over the list of folks i was following. THERE WERE 1151 OF THEM! and i didn’t even recognize MORE THAN half of them. WHO WERE THESE PEOPLE? i grant you, i have no doubt that i had good reasons to follow them and that those reasons remain valid. but it occurred to me that if, in the time that i have been following, i haven’t engaged with them in a way that allowed me to look at their avatar and say “oh, they like this!” or “hey, that’s that person who told me about that” then it probably didn’t matter one way or the other how interesting they were — we just didn’t have anything to say to each other. it happens. no blame, no fault, just plain old DAMN THE INTERNETZ ARE A BIG PLACE!

i used an automated thingummy to clear out a bunch of folks that i was following but  weren’t following me back and/or were inactive (no hard feelings, y’all!); that was probably about 500 right there. (TERRIFYING, yes, i know.) then i started pruning by hand. if i couldn’t do what i mentioned above, remember one salient detail about an account, i unfollowed.

in case it’s not already abundantly clear (WHICH IT SHOULD BE), this is about me, not you, twitter. i’m not going to apologize for unfollowing whoever i unfollowed, but i’m also not saying that you are not interesting and/or worthy of following. just that, you know, we never talked! and if i’m going to use twitter at all effectively ever again, it’s got to be about quality conversations, not me attempting to cram as much information into my brain via my eyeballs until either the monitor or my brain shorts out (and fyi? the monitor wins every time).

i also unfollowed all the publishers and bookstores that i was following and put them on a list, respectively. why? because i want to know what they’re up to, but i don’t need to be following them to do that. that is the beauty of lists! i can still see your feed, but not be overwhelmed with your info (which is often advertising, btw, which is totally fine and necessary BUT STILL) in my regular hey-these-are-people-i-actually-kinda-know timeline. also, most of the folks who run these accounts have personal accounts that i am already following, so it seems redundant to be following both. and i mean, really. if, say, AAKnopf needs to get in touch, i’m pretty sure they can get my email from yrstrulyREL. they don’t need to DM me. so that took out a nice chunk of accounts as well.

the fact that i am still following 400 people/feeds (AND THAT I CAN TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT ALL OF THEM) astonishes me. i thought that final number would be MUCH much smaller.

i’m tempted to set a cap, going forward, but i think that’s probably unnecessary. maybe i will just take a month off every year; maybe i will pay better attention; maybe i will have fewer conversations; and probably there will be some revenge unfollowing, but that’s cool. i feel like i’ve got a better handle on what, for me, the whole point of twitter is — to create and cultivate relationships that feed my brain. and 400 of you should be MORE THAN ENOUGH to accomplish that.

#fictionalspouses

in no particular order. i could only come up with five tonight, but i reserve the right to have several installments.

Wash (and because this is FICTIONAL, Zoe does not exist to beat the living daylights out of me.)

Ike Thermite (go on, read the book, i’ll wait. c’mon — a kung-fu master/mime? NOTHING SEXIER.)

Spike (he knows what he wants and goes after it. plus, bonus points for sexy accent!)

Anders (that idiot Starbuck doesn’t know a good thing when it marries her)

Harry Dresden (if you know me at all, this does not come as a shock)



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