All a-twitter.
Congratulations, if you’ve made it here, then you must have had either Tom Hanks or Nicolas Cage decoding the many clues I left along the way. Either that, or you clicked the link in my twitter profile. Whatever.
So, you’ve decided to follow me on twitter, have you?
Yeah, I guess I have. Who are you, exactly?
I would suggest going here to find that out. If you’re in a hurry, here’s the abbreviated version: I’m graduate student in Connecticut. I plan on getting an MFA in Poetry Composition and then basically living with my parents because I’ll never get a job with that.
So, what are you? Some kind of expert?
No, I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty good at faking it.
What do you tweet about?
Everything. Mostly politics, beer, skiing, and general criticisms of media and other people. Sometimes nothing really relevant.
Do you do anything other than twitter?
Well, I write at this blog, Too Late, Trotsky. I also double as a somewhat-professional beer pairing cicerone at Examiner Online. Scott and I are covering the 2012 Election at a separate site for Suburban Justice.
If I wanted to contact you, how could I do that?
I am accepting comment cards through Twitter DMs and @ replies. You can also send me an email at ineberated@gmail.com.
