Thursday, September 13, 2012

Chiefs tell fan to 'get a clue' via Twitter, story goes viral

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This story makes me laugh...


Chiefs tell fan to 'get a clue' via Twitter, story goes viral




On Monday, Travis Wright did what a lot of NFL fans do on Twitter: posted a complaint about his favorite team, the Chiefs, on the social media site. The big difference is that Wright got a response from the Chiefs Twitter account (via direct message), posted said direct message on Reddit, and watched the whole thing go viral.
First up is the message Wright, who happens to have 125,000 Twitter followers, posted on Monday, using @replies to alert the Chiefs and the NFL to his unhappiness.
Travis Wright wasn't thrilled with the Chiefs. (@teedubya)
This isn't even remotely unusual for Twitter. In fact, Wright's comments are pretty tame, all things considered. (Hop on Twitter and insult Kentucky basketball fans. Things will get weird, real quick.) The only difference is that Wright has a lot of Twitter followers.
So apparently that caused whoever runs the Chiefs Twitter account to shoot him a direct message telling him he needed to "get a clue."
Maybe KC forgot to change the password and Todd Haley still has access? Whatever the case, it probably seemed like a solid "Ha-ha-ha" moment for the much more powerful Chiefs Twitter account, shooting down a clueless fan. Until that fan posted the image above on Reddit, had the whole story go viral and forced the Chiefs official Twitter account to apologize.
Hysterically, Wright actually hasn't seen the apology because the Chiefs blocked his Twitter account. In other words, this whole scenario couldn't have possibly been more botched by whatever intern is running the show over there.
So what's the lesson here? One, please train whoever's running your social media, NFL teams. Two, if you're going to make a fan mad, make sure it's someone who's not a social-media manager by profession. Three, just because something isn't public on your Twitter timeline doesn't mean that it's just going to disappear into the ether. Direct messages are easily postable.
And four, you should be nice to your fans, even the angry ones.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

I Remember.

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I remember being in my office in the prison.

I remember Jesse coming to my office and telling me, "An airplane hit the World Trade Center."

I remember thinking, "You know, I don't know why that hasn't happened before." (I thought it was a tiny plane.)

I remember a little later someone else came to my office, "Another plane has hit the World Trade Center. They are saying it is some kind of attack."

I remember thinking, "Whaaaat?"

I remember calling Amy at home and saying, "Turn on the TV right now on any station. What do you see?"

I remember her saying, "Oh.  Oh no. Oh no..."

I remember going over to "E" unit on the wing and standing there with inmates and Correctional Officers a like staring at the TV screens.

I remember going home that night and being glued to the television, even though there was nothing new to see.

I remember calling and talking to my Dad.

I remember seeing on-air newscasters break down and sob live as they tried to report what was happening.

I remember the knot I felt in my stomach.

I remember the anger.

I remember the helplessness.

I remember.


Monday, September 10, 2012

Glen Miller

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When my dad was turning 50, I remember he liked to play his favorite music...Glenn Miller.

Now that I'm turning 50, I also like to listen to my favorite music...King's X Live in London.

Yeeeeahhhhhhhhh.

chris


Friday, September 7, 2012

Hughesville (Part 2)

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Late night coming from a Sr. High fooball game in Hughesville, MO. (Yes, 2 nights in a row.)

Lions lost 72-32.

Wes caught a touchdown pass though.

Good Night Now! (again)

cg

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Hughesville

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Late night coming from a Jr. High fooball game in Hughesville, MO.

Good Night Now!

cg

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

A Labor Day Drive

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On Labor Day (Monday) Amy had to work in the afternoon and Half-Price Books had a Labor Day Sale.  So off I went to sell some books and buy some books.

(BTW: Amy’s hardback Twilight Series fetched a whopping $.60 each)

Anyway…

I am driving on 435 heading west. Just past State Line road I see a traffic cop in a Suburban giving someone a ticket.  I look in my rearview mirror and notice a motorcyclist flying up behind me.  He was on a Japanese-looking motorcycle and he’s weaving through traffic.  The rider is decked out in a full motocross outfit.  He whips past me on my right, cuts in front of me and zips on up the interstate.  A second later, the SUV-Cop flips on his lights and rips into traffic.

Wow, I thought, that cop could see that motorcycle?

A mile up the road, near the Metcalf exit, I see the motorcycle in pieces all over the road., the SUV-Cop is on his radio, and the rider is facedown on the pavement.  What is interesting is the Officer is on his radio looking at the motorcycle and he’s turned away from the rider.  I don’t know the status of the rider, but he did remind me of an action figure flung across a room.

(I sense the probability of an affirmative response to Wesley’s request to buy a motorcycle becoming less and less as I exit onto Metcalf.)

I go to Half-Price Books without incident. I get $3 for the books I trade in. I buy the two books I’m looking for. I head back south on Metcalf towards 435.

As I pass the Mall on 95th I look to my left up a block and I see one of the streetlights slowly topple over and block three lanes of northbound traffic.

Now, I’m going to type that again.

I watch a huge silver streetlight fall (in slow motion) right across three lanes of on coming traffic.  It looked as if perhaps Paul Bunyan had been there.  No car had run into the pole.  It just fell over.  Luckily no one was killed or hurt.  Everyone had time to stop and the pole didn’t crush anyone.

That was weird.

I went home, sat on my couch, and read.

No more outings for me today.


chris

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

I'm not a Republican...

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I'm not a Republican...

But this is kind of creepy.

 
chris