Posts Tagged ‘twitter’

Can I Pick ‘Em or What?


February 3rd, 2014 Posted 9:53 am

My tweet yesterday morning:   “Super Bowl pick? A horse could never catch a bird, that’s all I know.”

Welcome Morgan & Johnson (probably the first Johnson in the Friends gallery), Darrell.




February 3rd, 2010 Posted 8:24 am

Spence looks a little worn out today. His fingers are sore from all that tweeting yesterday – he’s a very bad typist, mostly hits delete, Bernie says – and he doesn’t remember a thing. Admin says there’s a lot of stuff that requires clarification, whatever that means, but Spence doesn’t seem to be listening.

Bernie says we should thank everybody who participated in the tweetchat so I will. Thanks! One thing they’ve been batting around here is how many countries Dog On It and Thereby Hangs A Tail have been or will be published in. They think the answer is 17 so far, but a couple of those are English-speaking, so the number of languages is probably 15. Does that make sense? Not to me.


Live Twitter 1-2 Today (Eastern Time Zone)


February 2nd, 2010 Posted 8:06 am

Today Spence is doing a live tweetchat on Twitter, the hashtag, whatever that is, being #chatss. Not #chetss, which is kind of confusing. Here’s something (among others) that Spence isn’t very good at though you might not guess: typing! And tweeting is typing! So – big challenge for the poor guy.

Bernie says there’s been some discussion about my very first post, so here it is. Also, to Gus and BooBear – yes, we’re big Marty Robbins fans over here, love the Gunfighter Ballads. Sometimes, Bernie says, we’re pretty close to living that life! Except – he always says – the dry washes weren’t dry back then. Bernie worries a lot about the aquifer, in case that hasn’t come up already.




Inauguration Day. Don’t know what that means, exactly, but Bernie’s been glued to the TV all day. Bernie and I run the Little Detective Agency. I’ll get into that some other time. The only interesting thing I picked up from the TV is that those two little girls want one of my guys to join their family, my guys meaning a member of what Bernie calls the nation within the nation, namely dogs. Anyway, a great idea! I can’t join their family myself, of course – much too busy and besides, we’re a team, me and Bernie – but I’ve spent some time in the pound and know there are plenty of good candidates there. By the way, just in case you got the idea I can talk, I can’t (and wouldn’t even want to). But I can think, better believe it!



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