(or): Really, One Direction? What the hell have I done with my life???
Okay, it isn’t as creepy as it sounds… not really… Most of you know how this whole thing started. I began tweeting for one reason only. Because my older daughter, Jessica, was on Twitter, and I knew it would drive her crazy if I started doing it. And then I got the idea that if I sent funny, clever comments and Photoshop pictures to celebrities and they actually answered me back then my daughter might think I was cool again, like she did when she was a little kid.
And it worked. She told me that if I could get someone really famous to tweet me back, she would get on Facebook and admit to people that I was cool. So after months of hard work, I managed to get responses from:
Ricky Gervais, and English comedian
James May, from that English show Top Gear
Eric Idle, from Monty Python… he is really nice…
William Shatner, from the original Star Trek
and Dana Carvey, from Saturday Night Live and such movies as Wayne’s World… I will have you know that Mr. Carvey is actually following me on Twitter, and favorites lots of my stuff, so there.
And Jessica did indeed go on Facebook and said I was ‘cooler than her’, not a small deal for a twenty-something year-old to do.
But, and here is the thing… that thing that always shows up in my plans… I asked, the other day, if there were any famous people who I could try to get a Tweet shout out from, that would impress my fourteen-year-old daughter Mollie. And she said One Direction. I should have seen it coming. She typed their names into the Twitter search thing herself, because I have no idea what their names are, even though I know a lot about their music from taking long car trips with her.
So lately, I have found myself sending tweets to these guys. Not clever stuff like I used to do. This is more like: Please, send me a tweet saying hi to my daughter, Mollie. She loves you guys.
Yes, I am a little disgusted with myself.
But I am an awesome dad.