
So this good friend of mine, Jason Buhrmester, has written this hilarious and fantastic sorta-true crime novel, Black Dogs. You should buy it and read it and recommend it to your friends, because I need to count on Jason as one of many friends in whose pool house I can one day live.
But you know what? Fuck him. He started this Twitter profile, protesting all the while that his publisher forced him into it.
I bought it at first. He'd broadcast a book signing or something, the same way movie stars are contractually obligated to do talk shows in support of their new projects. It's not as if he actually wanted to blather on about the minutiae of his stupid life. Strictly business.
And then he did this (click to embiggen)

Whether it's sweet potato fries, oaky Chards or bagels, Buhrmester, you don't Tweet about what you're currently consuming. You've become an SNL caricature of yourself! You have transgressed the unwritten law against narcissistic Twitter douchebaggery!
For shame.








