Or, “Know Your Audience.”
Last week on Twitter someone asked this question:
“So. If I were to, say, mix up a batch of brownie batter, and then proceed to sit with a spoon and eat it (all), would that be bad?”
Now, we all know the answer to this question is “No.” However, I had 140 characters available in which to convey that sentiment, and anyone who has read this blog knows brevity isn’t my strong point.
Instead, I opted for an answer that made me giggle. That’s how I plan most of my conversations—the things I say might not make you laugh or even (if I’m being totally honest) make sense half the time, but if they make me laugh, I’m pleased with the outcome of our interaction. I’m a fantastic conversationalist like that. I tweeted: “Depends. Are we going with the Michael Jackson definition of bad? If so, then yes.”
I sat back and waited for the hilarity to begin. Then came the reply: “You may have saved me from myself.”
Wait, what? Saved her from herself? That made no sense. I just told her eating the brownie batter was good. I mean, that’s what the song “Bad” is about. The “whole world has to answer right now just to tell you once again…who’s bad!” That’s pretty frickin’ bad. And by bad, I mean awesome.
Then I realized…that’s the Michael Jackson of my generation. The Michael Jackson of the newer generations was on trial for child molestation and then overdosed on Diprivan. It’s not a bad that anyone wants to be. Ever.
I tried to explain myself by tweeting: “I meant it more in the sense of his song “I’m Bad” – ie, bad = good. Because I’m old,” but by then it was too late. I felt hopelessly outdated and ready to be put out to pasture.
It’s okay, though. Don’t feel too sorry for me. After all, you know I’m bad, I’m bad – you know it.
Sorry. If you don’t like what I’m sayin’, then won’t you slap my face.
Okay. I’m going to stop now. Seriously.
*You may have noticed a drop in my posting frequency. Now that the Year o’ Blogging has come to a close, I’ve decided to give myself some leeway on the whole “post every day” thing. I know this makes you sad, as it means less Jenny, but try to be strong. I’ll do my best to post as frequently as possible. This may mean daily, or it may mean a few times a week. I’m not sure yet—we’ll just have to see how things work out.
**Your butt is mine.
***Okay, now I’m done.