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Cha, freals, my hyper OCD grammar stickler-ness pays off somewhere. Never would I have guessed it would be in a world limited to 140 characters to express the most of-the-moment significance and nonsense.
Moxsie (my employer) was profiled by Twitter (technology to whom I owe my job) for their video series Twitter Tales. Ta-dah! “Twitter is about fashion.” Watch below for me trying to keep my game face on. In retrospect, I wish I had just broken the fourth wall and waved energetically at the camera:
So let it be known (Because in a role like this you don’t get any credit except for the bones you throw yourself. I’m not griping, I’m just saying how it is.) – When you tweet to @moxsie, I’m the one who reads your typos. I am totally judging you. All day, every day.
Know that.
Heyyy I’m throwing you a bone. You look super serious in that vid hah. Very professional!
I second that. You didn’t seem like you were on the edge of spazzing at all.