Setting a new and alarming paradigm for having too much time on one’s hands, some clod has decided, in the tradition of Fake Armond White, to do an impersonation of me on Twitter. Therein are moments of amusement and, I’m loath to admit, accuracy—this person has a disturbingly firm handle on my real-life rage—but the thread is really not all it could be, I must say. For one thing, anyone who has truly studied my work knows I’m far more a Nabokov man than a Hemingway one.
I could complain about the fat jokes, but the sad fact is that I’ve earned them. One more reason to be more diligent about hitting the gym, I suppose.
“far more a Nabokov man than a Hemingway one”
And that’s why I love you so, nnnn.
It appears that both links go to the fake Armond White, though I’ve heard elsewhere that the fake you was taken down already.
Link fixed, although for the life of me I don’t know why. The fake me didn’t come down, only changed names. Goddamn jagoff actually compelled me to do something I said I’d never do, and start my own Twitter account, as theglennkenny.
My William Wilson seems to have an even bigger problem with my weight than I do, and should probably remember that even Totie Fields expanded her topics every now and again. Also, I prefer those new-fangled “Popped Chips” to Pringle’s. How about a little research?
Ok, so he knows your topical concerns, but this guy totally fails to capture your STYLE. You would never be so sloppy or inconsistent w/r/t punctuation and grammar, even with a 140-character restriction.
Glad to see you’re on there for realz, though!
I must say, that doesn’t seem all that accurate to me. You may be an angry guy on occasion, but not about the things this guy targets.
Oh, Glen. Don’t you know? Twitter loves you. Twitter wants to be with you. Always.
I did kind of like the “Sasha Grey Poupon” joke …
I like that joke too, but it’s a bit of a “gimme,” as it were. Takes no actual talent to make it, only an eye for the opportunity.