Next I’ll Be Seen on Celebrity Fit Club with Dustin Diamond
Updated: Click here to listen to my radio debut, cut down in to sound bytes that make me look like the world’s biggest loser. You’ll hear me complain about my lack of Twitter friends and give horrible parenting advice. Basically an audio version of what this entire blog entails. Happy listening!
Remember earlier today when I posted about Twitter? Did any of you read it? No. Well, fine, screw you. How about my post on Monday about the Bryant Park Project? What? You want more stories about Abbie’s baby? Well, that’s going to have to wait.
Let’s pause for a bit of a backstory:
I started listening to the Bryant Park Project on NPR earlier this month. I now listen to the podcast most days and sit at my desk pretending I’m not in suburban Kansas City, but that I’m in a hi-rise in New York wearing funky necklaces and talking about how great Brooklyn is for kids. The total NYC wannabe comes out and I can’t make it go away. Kind of like that time when I went to a club in KC and told everyone I was from Brooklyn, and when they asked where in Brooklyn, I pretended not to hear them.
Today, while listening to the BPP podcast, I checked my personal email (yes, I’m a bad employee). In my inbox was a note from my bud Lane saying she had joined Twitter and wanted to follow me on the site. I thought to myself, “Hmmmm…maybe I should check my Twitter account.” And then I ate a box of Hot Tamales.
Which should have been the end of the story. But wait! There’s more.
I decided since I had deleted Facebook and MySpace, I could probably stand updating Twitter. I mean, it’s just one site, right? And I don’t have to upload pictures or tell anyone what books I’ve read lately (answer: zero). So I started adding famous bloggers, presidential candidates and random friends. Oh, and also, the BPP.
Little did I know that I would end up being the BPP’s 1000th Twitter follower, leading me to be interviewed for tomorrow’s show and sounding like the king of all dorks on a national radio program. When I told Trent what had happened his response was, “Well, you’re funny on paper, but not so much in person.” Exactly. I sound like a helium-sucking, Gap-wearing, Kansas-raised doofus on the phone. So I can only imagine how fantastic I will sound on the radio.
I’ll post links to the interview when they are up. In the meantime, you can find me hiding in the corner of my office, eating a second box of Hot Tamales and muttering incoherently to myself.
