I have friends. You might be surprised at that since I can be downright surly on occasion. Maybe most occasions. I have always wanted to be known as curmudgeonly, but curmudgeonly takes work. Truly lazy curmudgeons are rare, so I may have to choose.
One friend writes wonderfully sophisticated stuff for Young Adults, along with a wonderfully creative creative blog she calls Harley May - because that's who she is. She found a book she likes - follow the link and read the review - which has inspired a contest in which followers are to recreate scenes from the book. Enclosed is Harley May's own recreation of one scene in which someone is driving a nail through a body part. That's what we curmudgeons like to see. Nails. And body parts. Especially body parts.
Anyway, I am telling you these things so you will know that even curmudgeons have a heart.
Harley May wants me to get on Twitter and engage in social networking. Does that sound curmudgeonly? Damn right it doesn't. (Curmudgeons say "damn" a lot. It certainly makes me feel better.) No self-respecting curmudgeon would stoop to tweeting. Tweeting makes me irascible.