"That's my filter: I try not to hit send
unless it's funny and/or interesting. It's amazing how that little
switch can set you apart."
Think of his talent as a Ramones song: two minutes long, "all hooks and noise." There are no Emerson, Lake & Palmer jokes on Twitter or Abbot and Costello routines. "It's
Gabba, Gabba, Hey," he says.
Why remain anonymous?
I use a pseudonym, at least for now, because I work on a contract basis
and worry that being political would limit my opportunities. Don't get
me wrong, I'm pretty careful about not being vulgar, or even mean. I
take some pride in having some prominent conservative followers. But, I
have a team. I'm on the blue team. So, that's why I'm pseudonymous for
now. If someone on the blue team wants to hire me permanently, I'll
drop the pseudonym.
So he's a Democrat, but a thinking Democrat. (If you find that offensive, please see here.)
PMC did not know about Twitter until late in 2008. His exposure to the swamp land was as a frequent commenter on the Swampland Blog on Time, tended to by Ana Marie Cox. Twitter was perfect because PMC is a "blurter."
"Probably no one would be following me if it wasn't for
Time's Karen Tumulty and Ana Marie Cox. They knew me from Swampland,
and were early followers. If they hadn't retweeted me, I'd be unknown
and would probably have moved on by now to really weird and perverted
Chatroulette dress-up games. I think everyone is glad that didn't
happen, as far as you know. Now I can thank them and, by linking them to me, effectively end their careers. Which is nice. You're welcome."
I've got my favorite @pourmecoffee Tweets, but here are some of his best:
Playing Palin Scrabble. Not a lot of fun. We just make stuff up, get challenged and quit. (Palin, he admits, is low-hanging fruit.)
Cheney makes better sense if you add, "-- , Clarice" to the end of his sentences. "Torture worked, Clarice." (This works, he noted, because of the way it sounds when you read it, provided you know the reference.)
I'm not saying Santa isn't from the North Pole. I'm just saying produce the birth certificate, that's all. (The timing is key here: he Tweeted this at Christmas.)
Samuel L. Jackson to address nation about what must not be allowed on planes. (Humor to relieve tension.)
All the things we did / are unconstitutional / when you do them now. (He reasons that people like haiku.)
So, having mastered the genre--find an enemy and add an insult--and having regularly beaten late night comics and satirist to the punch, does @pourmecoffee have any higher aspirations for his talents?
I'll say this: people are hungry on Twitter. They are starving.
For reporting. For analysis. For detail. For interaction, and yes, for
humor. They are like bees out there, buzzing and swarming over the good
stuff and moving on to the next. If you want to get landed on, don't
concentrate on flying and talking with the swarm ("Hey, where are we
going?") -- stop and plant something sweet. Offer up something.
Nothing nasty. What is wrong with you? You are sick. Something useful.
Then he added: "Thank you for asking me these questions Marc, but
now I think I can best serve Alaska from outside this interview by the