Harrison longed to join the social media revolution, but his fingers were too big to hit single keys. This resulted in tweets and FB postings that were, well, enigmatic. At best. He couldn’t talk to type, either – not because of his monsterhood, but because *nobody* can talk to type. At last he resigned himself to a lifetime of ludditry, comforted by the fact that his laptop screen made a magnificent mirror for brushing his teeth.
Ironically, Harrison's postings have since attracted a cult following online and off — an *actual* cult following. The Harrisonians spend their lives trying to divine his meaning. They revere him for his cryptic wisdom. The story of the Harrisonians spread all over the internet, but Harrison never knew. Which, had he known, would've been fine with him, too.
Harrison longed to join the social media revolution, but his fingers were too big to hit single keys. This resulted in tweets and FB postings that were, well, enigmatic. At best. He couldn’t talk to type, either – not because of his monsterhood, but because *nobody* can talk to type. At last he resigned himself to a lifetime of ludditry, comforted by the fact that his laptop screen made a magnificent mirror for brushing his teeth.
Ironically, Harrison's postings have since attracted a cult following online and off — an *actual* cult following. The Harrisonians spend their lives trying to divine his meaning. They revere him for his cryptic wisdom. The story of the Harrisonians spread all over the internet, but Harrison never knew. Which, had he known, would've been fine with him, too.