tweet something that stands on its own. Sometimes it's poetic, sometimes silly and sometimes just a little observation that has a kernel of wisdom in it. Here are some of those tweets.
There is no effective euphemism for "half-assed."
Just saw a handbill for a band named "Scared to Death," and I read it as "Sacred to Death." That would have been a better band name.
Who cleans Darth Vader's durable medical supplies? Or does he use The Force?
Freeway is closed for miles. I, of course, immediately suspect kaiju.
I really need to stop (verb ending in -ing) for a while, so I can feel (adjective) and get some (expletive) (noun).
Future generations will edit out all of the awkward rap interludes in our songs.
I wish I were a wiener. If I were a wiener, everyone would be in love with me.
I think all extremists should be shot, but I'm on the fence about what to do about moderates.
What do Clark Kent's farts smell like? Don't they give him away somehow?
It is a crime against the universe that Run-DMC never made a children's album.
Theory: dark energy is related to the nature of time itself, and dark matter is the "echo" of matter from the past. Discuss.
Red R(obin—Y)um! I'm not saying there's a hidden message there, but...
I want a new kind of video game that works just like a choose-your-own-adventure-novel on 'roids. We have the technology. Make it happen!
I can't find Parmesan cheese at the grocery store; how does Batman find every clue at every crime scene every time?
How do people go on dates now that they have smart phones?
I'm just barely holdin' on now / I got the tiger by the teeth / feel cold and sliced, laid out on a platter / like a pack of deli meats
Everything just grew by 50%. My body, my car, the road, the whole world. The perspective is the same, but It's just... huge.
Wife: "These potato chips are greasy." Me: "They're wet with flavor."
I don't want to be a dick. Unless it's a private dick.
How is it that Reese's hasn't yet made a monkey-shaped peanut butter cup?
When I was a kid, adults said I could do anything I put my mind to, but damn if I still haven't figured out a way to fly like Superman.
On the information superhighway, everyone has road rage and there are no traffic cops.
We already live in a post-apocalyptic world.
My goal when I drink is to get drunk enough to not care that I'm old and fat and bald and going to die in a few years. [Note: this is probably the funniest thing I’ve ever drunk tweeted.]
There's a Disney film playing on the Lifetime channel right now. I can't help but feel that my wife and toddler are ganging up on me.
Just watched my 1st Magic Schoolbus. Found it highly implausible. And very likely those kids would be dead by the end of the episode.
One of these days, I'm going to eat asparagus and drink coffee at the same time.
In an ideal world, based on importance to society, the starting pay for a teacher would be double the going rate for a U.S. Senator.
I have an analog selfie hanging above the sink in my bathroom. Er, I mean a mirror.
This is me screaming into the void: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
It's strange that we get to take credit/blame for the things our younger selves did, when we are clearly not those people.
So proud of my 2-year-old, who just sang to me: "Robot, robot, robot, robot eat your food!"
My favorite part of each episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is when he prays for "Toodles" from his black magic machine god, "Mouskedoer."
If I was naming my band right now, I would name it "Burglemeyer and the Perverts."
Twitter is the new haiku.
Social media has given us all a pulpit, but not all of us have been called to preach.
Some like it hot / But I like it hotter / You can keep the toast / Just give me jelly and butter
Each day you're a different person. The days before were your ancestors; the days to come are your heirs. Today is your life; live it well.
Bonus: a lot of people asked me about the following stream-of-consciousness tweets during the year, so here’s the official explanation. The first word in each of them was one that popped into my head and I felt like tweeting it. And I have a little exercise that I do sometimes to test my mental flexibility: I say as many words or short phrases as I can in a row, out loud, that have absolutely nothing to do with each other. (Try it and you’ll see: it’s pretty difficult to do without pausing or falling into some kind of thematic pattern.) So I captured that exercise in these tweets – up to 140 characters.
Gunshy. Juniper. Hazmat. Hair suit. Jumping bean. Kamikaze. Fishing for compliments. Wishbone. A-1. Bone saw. Vera Cruz. Calamitous. Sight.
Bipolar. Point and click. Wax factory. Turtle dove. Noodle. Gun club. Chinese checkers. Jack of all trades. In fashion. Backbreaker. Swine.
Malaise. Milk bucket. Pomeranian. Diplomat. Jack Johnson. Jim Dandy. Old Appalachian Trail. Hinterland. Kissin' cousins. Flypaper. Yeah!
Hope. Glory. Creamed corn. Little Dipper. Trudging slowly over wet sand. Fortified. Ourang-outang. Icicle. Beater. Not like it used to be.
Nostalgic. Caramel. Concrete. Motor speedway. Hopscotch. Michelangelo. Can't get there from here. Boa constrictor. Texas Instruments. Okeh.
Problem-solver. Redacted. Garden gnome. Yesterday. White out. I can't quit you, baby. Joker. Radishes. Car crash. Belly. Jury's still out.