This morning, as I read my email, I was on top of the world. I had been notified that I was being followed by Joel Plaskett, of the Joel Plaskett Emergency on my Twitter account. Oh what bliss. I went to look at my followers, but he was nowhere to be found. Crushed I realized I had been Twitted and dumped.
Wham bam, thank you, Twit.
I've embarked on a campaign to win my way back into Mr. Plaskett's good graces, but I need help. I've created the hashtag #comebackjoelplaskett and I'm asking everyone to post a tweet, linked to @jplaskett with said hashtag.
What do you get out of this? Admittedly, not much. You get to kill some time, and add some content to your own Twitter feeds. You may also get to be part of what could potentially be the greatest internet meme since.. well.. That friggin' dancing Hamster. Or it could simply be a time-killer perpetuated by a girl stuck working at home with pinkeye. But what do you have to lose?
|Don't be a tease, Joel.|