What I mean to say is, I get a kick out if tweeting. The immediacy of typing and committing stuff. What I want in my comics, too! I want it on my blog as well. Just so you know, and can still be prepared!
I guess I’m a lazy bum for not posting more here. If only my own site had a 140 character limit…! Go on now, read that horrible cussy column on the right, or follow me on Twitter: http://www.twitter,com/haverholm
I’ve been thinking about getting the hell off Facebook for awhile, but something always comes up. That’s the thing with Facebook, there’s always another friend to add, or another app to block. Could we all just please poke each other every once in a while and keep it at that?
I’m assuming that, if you’re new to this site, you have come here on advice from David B. Metcalfe, Eric Orchard, or Derik Badman. These three gentlemen have been more than generous in their recent statements about my work, and I am grateful to them.
Since you have been thusly misled into believing I produce any work of artistic merit, I urge you to take a peek through the categories “Comics” and “Sketch of the day” (the menu to the right of this post. That should set the record straight.
If you’re still not convinced of my hackery after that, surf on to the workblog of my current project, Astoria and judge for yourself.
I am very sorry about the inconvenience!
Here’s the deal: I’m tweeting like crazy (as @haverholm) but more than 3,000 tweets down the line, that’s not enough anymore.
I want an audience to reflect my razor (t)wit. That’s why, in celebration of my upcoming 3,333rd tweet, I’m launching a quick contest.
The rules are simple:
1. The 9 tweeps to get me most followers by the time I post my tweet no. 3,333 win the nine prizes (see below)
2. New followers must tweet me your Twitter @-name as a vote for you — as in “hey @haverholm, I’m a new follower. @astoriaalbum sent me”
The prizes, however, are the cream of the crop:
For the person who have gotten me most new followers (and have instructed them to vote correctly), the Grand Prize is one signed color original!
Second Prizes, for the three tweeps to have earned me slightly less followers: One signed and inked b/w original each!
The following five runners-up win each their own customized, signed print!
Tell you what, if this gets me above 500, I’ll throw in a signed copy of my Resistansen book with each prize!
Prizes will be mailed flat at lowest available cost. All handmade by me, sorry.
Now, I am currently some 40 tweets away from the 3,333 mark, which under normal circumstances should give you a day or two to compete… Go!
Well, that was some hiatus, caused by – well, life I suppose 
The past few days I have been fervently retweeting live updates from Iranian sources over on my Twitter account
The blanket the Iranian government has attempted to lay on all media and communications was successfully breached by a few twitterers, assisted by supporters outside Iran who have set up proxies so people could circumvent the blockade.
But you know this. It’s enough that I think I have been doing something that for a period overruled my need to make comics. If you’re curious for more information, go to Twitter.com and search for the hashtags “iranelection” or “gr88″
I went and turned off the daily posting of my Tweeting, and deleted the auto-generated posts. Although it serves as a sort of update, it felt like cheating.
Also, it’s sort of demoralizing to have it spelled out on the frontpage how little I actually blog
If anybody was actually following the Rants Daily series, why don’t you go follow me on Twitter instead ya lazy bums?
- and yes, I know that headline has propably been used a dozen million times talking about the interwubs.
Actually, I just caught myself marveling at how much technical web-thicket I’m letting myself get sucked into. I don’t mind, but I hadn’t exactly thought I’d be setting up content management systems for other people.
Lately it has surprised me how that darn Web 2.0 has started rearing its social face in my web routines – just as most everybody else have started distancing themselves from the Facebooks and Twitters of the world …
If you see an elderly man, say 32-ish, limbing along the wayside, trying to catch up with last year’s bandwaggon, that’ll be me.
