|Now that’s a hashtag!|
People’s priorities are often amusing. While Washington is at a standstill (yet congressmen are still getting paid) a writer from a list Miss Crankypants is on asks, “What exactly are hashtags?“
In Miss CP’s opinion (the only one that counts), hashtags are Blabbermouths. Like annoying relatives, they refuse to drop a subject even after you’ve elbowed them, stomped on their toes under the table or even made that throat-slitting gesture. You could threaten a hashtag with cement overshoes and it still skips off merrily to tell the whole entire world about what brand of undies you wear. #fruitoftheloom anyone?
Take #Muse for example. A wily investigative reporter and part-time Somali cat, Muse cleverly caught on to the #hashtag craze. For the cave dwellers among you, a #hashtag is a cute little symbol you stick in front of a word (or-run-on-words) so that Twitter can monitor your activities. The NSA should take note: all their silly agents who sit outside in unheated old beater cars, listening in as you yell at your spouse for not putting the lid down, could save themselves a lot of trouble if they’d just join the 21st century and follow some hashtags.
But Miss CP digresses.
#Muse is quite possibly the first cat on the planet to employ such a hi-tech approach to being a cat, although he complains that “Everywhere you look, it’s Grumpy Cat, Grumpy Cat, Grumpy Cat. Puh-lease!” His owner, a poor starving novelist, swears #Muse gets more fan mail than she does!
All because of this little symbol: #.
Miss Cranky understands. All these years you thought # meant “number.” As in, #1, #2, #3. Or possibly a # can mean “pounds,” as in LBS. But no.Some twit had to come up with a new feature by Wednesday or get fired from the Twitters-that-be. So dude started pounding on the keyboard and voila! The #hashtag was born!
|#Crankycat sez Talk to the tail.|
When #Crankycat found out about #Muse, he vowed to wrest the power away from Somalia and bring it squarely back to the Siamese/Manx camp, where it rightfully belongs. Why shouldn’t #Crankycat (aka Paladine) be the reigning king of felines? He certainly has the right disposition. #Crankycat believes #Muse just isn’t quite mean enough to do the office justice. A Cat King should BITE someone regularly.
So for all of you who are at sea about #hashtags, worry no more. #Crankycat doesn’t care if you sling HASH or fry up HASHbrowns for breakfast (although if you add in tuna, he wants to talk). #Muse may get all the fan mail, but #Crankycat’s words have teeth to them (literally). He’s off to Washington today to #bitesomecongressmen and see if he can’t get this country back on track. #voteCAT!