For the luddites out there who hate social media and proclaim it to be the end of meaningful discourse, I offer you this story, which to me summarizes all that is great about the Twitterverse (and conveniently omits all of the bad).
Here's the story...
A few weeks ago, I raved about seeing a fantastic movie called "From This Day Forward" that I had funded as part of a Kickstarter campaign. In that same post, I said it was especially cool to see a crowd-funded project succeed in real-life, unlike most of the projects I've backed. Then in passing, I mentioned another project I'd sponsored (elegantly designed profane greeting cards) that actually seemed to have gone on to great success - though somehow my donor gift got lost in the shuffle.
Mind you, I wasn't complaining. I was just bummed I'd never received a set of four profane greeting cards, but I was mainly excited that the company (Calligraphuck) seemed to be doing well. Fast forward a week, and the following appeared in my Twitter feed:
This is great for three reasons: 1) He owns that he was googling himself, 2) Nice customer service. Don't you wish Verizon or Comcast would approach you proactively like this? ("Sorry we blew the service window by more than four hours - we'll waive your bill this month!"), and - best of all:
3) I just received a package of notecards in the mail!!!
If you're scratching your head, wondering what, exactly, constitutes a profane greeting card, keep reading.
If you're opposed to swearing, you probably won't be a fan. But Chuck (the owner) is a talented calligraphist and his hand-inked designs are silk screened on to high quality paper, so it's a nice juxtaposition of high- and low-brow rolled into one package - irony at its best. And we all know he offers tremendous customer service!
In case you'd like to offend your holiday distribution list, you can buy his designs at www.calligraphuck.com.
And if you're struggling to come up with appropriate uses, here's a quick list of suggestions I created:
For the office Secret Santa...
For the wedding you suspect will end in divorce...
For a neighbor who threw snow into your yard when shoveling - used ironically:
A card all mothers should use when corresponding with their sons - just to keep them guessing...
And I'm pretty sure I'll be able to use this one to recognize the anonymous office worker who insists on peeing on the toilet seat every day:
Check out his inventory at Calligraphuck - and let me know if I've missed some key uses.
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