EVERYONE who's ANYONE is doing a TWITTER NOVEL, dah-ling! And since I am SOMEone, I think I'll do a TWITTER NOVEL for the boys and ghouls.

http://ping.fm/nU3kF Aunt Rosie slaps her own hand.

Shame on Aunt Rosie

Fun's fun, but remember to think before you speak. I was having a little too much fun and shared a link to a Twitter follower of mine, whom I deemed to be a Spammer, with a derogatory remark about their color choices for their profile. I sent my thoughts through ping.fm, which sends them to several different services that I use, including Twitter...

Ooops.

Next time I checked, they had unfollowed me.

I honestly did not mean to hurt this person's feelings. I didn't think about the fact that she would end up seeing my comment, which read :

"I am NOT recommending that you follow this person. But you must see profile for horrible color combo. OUCH"

Yeah...you see what I mean. That was rude of me. Honestly, the person was only promoting one link, so I'm not sure how much of a Spammer she was. I was intending to just not follow her back, not to be a rude jerk.

Huge Netiquette faux pas on Aunt Rosie's part. 

Anyway, take a look at the color scheme for this blog. It's not like I have the least inkling of decorating skills either.

Just a little lesson here, folks. Think before you post.

A little wisdom from your dear Aunt Rosie, who invites you to try a little bit of her Slime jello. Don't be shy, dearie, I made it just for you!

Love,

Aunt Rosie

Tell me, do you think that listening to Cannibal Corpse while playing Neopets is a sign of insanity? Nothing screwy about that, is there?

Yikes! Didn't think about fact that my missive about the horrid profile would be broadcast on Twitter. Feel bad that I hurt their feelings.

I have a love/hate relationship with this time of year. Too many temptations. No wonder I cant lose weight. All the nice folks have goodies.

http://ping.fm/lS26Q updated my MySpace profile. My wrist hurts. I use a rolled up sheet to support but maybe need wrist rest.

My son will be mad that I ate the last of the Amy's chili meals. But if ya snooze, ya lose!

http://ping.fm/EygvK I am NOT recommending that you follow this person. But you must see profile for horrible color combo. OUCH

In trying to help people know my spectral partner better I asked Kai what his favorite product from his home country was. His reply? Sporks.

If you Twitter (are a twit?) you may wish to follow @coldhardtruth. He specializes in publishing sensitive subject matter such as this. http://ping.fm/rUcVE

Lily (http://ping.fm/PDMEI) gave me black and blue striped knee socks. Which is a good thing because I needed clean socks!

Hi there goys and birls!

Hi kiddies, I'm your Aunt Rosie, here to tell you a nice bedtime story.
I really have not previously been involved with the Internet except to send email and look at naked guys. ;-)

I got involved with the Internet because of your sweet Aunt Lily Strange. Aunt Lily always did like newfangled gadgets. Couldn't stick to the good old fashioned hand tools like axes and meat cleavers. No, Aunt Lily has to have the latest chain saw, preferably with a computer chip.

So, I really don't know what I'm doing. But I'll hack and slash my way through it.

How about a nice cup of tea while I tell you a little about myself?

Aunt Lily gave me a wicked story of hers to revise and make even wickeder and more twisted. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do it. I do like my quiet life giving tarot readings and taking care of the mad and the infirm. But Aunt Lily made life as a writer sound terribly glamorous. But glamour must not suit Aunt Lily very well because it seems to have made her all the more unsettled. So now I am taking over where she left off, and adding some material that your dear Uncle Howard would have wanted the world to know before he went missing back in 1936. They say he died--but we know better, don't we, boys and girls? He went to live with the Great Race. But the things he wrote will live on and on in new form, thanks to those who believe in the dreamlands.

I best go bring Aunt Lily her dinner now. She's starting to rattle her chains and if she raises too much of a disturbance, the ghosts may come let her loose, and we can't have that.

So stay as long as you like. There's more tea, and a little Powder of Ibn-Ghazi to wash it down!

Love,

Aunt Rosie