Fie upon social media! Fie on’t!

Earlier today I confessed on the Twitters that life was easier when I didn’t instantly know about every assholish thing that every asshole did. Such is the curse of the particular sea of social media in which I happen to swim.

“I was an activist then!” I tweeted, “I rallied to causes! It wasn’t like I was lacking in the being-fired-up-department! I think I was just less woeful.”

Then I called myself the Wench of the Woeful Countenance, and dared Twitter to understand the reference.

And then I got the following stuck in my head:


Hear me now
Oh thou bleak and unbearable world,
Thou art base and debauched as can be;
And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!

Man alive. I have got to go see Man of La Mancha again, sometime soon. Tilting at windmills – that’s my job description!

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  1. Heck I was in this show in high school. I know every word of every song by heart!


      I’ve been walking around singing it all day, including changing my voice for Sancho. Dude, we should get together and sing!

  2. My mother had the album when I was a kid and I loved it. Got to see the show sometime, somewhere.

  3. efgoldman

     /  July 13, 2012

    Then I called myself the Wench of the Woeful Countenance…
    I have been looking for *decades* for a good alternative to the old “I’m gonna’ eat worms…”
    I suspect this is something you need to file away for the daughter’s coming and inevitable sighing, eye rolling, door-slamming, “M-o-o-o-o-m-m”-ing future.

  4. CitizenE

     /  July 16, 2012

    Right now in order to do this thing with the B&B, something I am beginning to regret for all the financial investment I’ve put into it, I am realizing to make a realistic go, I will have to join a whole raft of social media, but still, everytime I am asked to join facebook or linked in, or the like, I balk. I rarely like texting, email on a bad keybord, though I see some uses in it. Twitter might be good in a civil emergency for getting the word out, but other than that, until everyone spends the next year in a haiku writing class, not only to I find the message tawdry and irrelevant, but the medium offensive.

    Twitter titter, jeez,
    navel gazing, knees, jerks y
    ’nuff 2 make me wheeze.


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