The Twits.

[demiurgent]

These are the twits I twitted.

• 09:37 Look, it's very simple. It can be snowy, or it can be bitterly cold. You're not allowed to be both. When overcast comes, so does 30 degrees. #
• 12:49 I consign everyone at Metrocast to the eternal fires of Hell. Everyone. Receptionists? Damned. Customers in the lobby? Damned. Everyone. #
• 17:24 Hell is too good for them. Instead, I must consign them to Hell's Hell, where the Devil fears to go. I consign Metrocast... to Orono. #

Comments

[z-gryphon.livejournal.com]

... the one in Maine? What's so bad about that?

[demiurgent.livejournal.com]

It's too late for you, Gryph. We tried. Oh but we tried.

Take heart: there is always Pat's Pizza.

[z-gryphon.livejournal.com]

It's safer now. The Oronoka closed.

[glych.livejournal.com]

Spare the cleaning crew of your smite-ful wrath. They're only trying to feed their families and have NOTHING to do with the company at large. They're probably illegal immigrants.

Orono

[wickedgoodgrrrl.livejournal.com]

Huh. Two weeks in 1984 I spent there were pretty good. Must have been an anomaly. (Ducks and runs.)