Twitter thing #1: @thehumidity
Confession time: Occasionally, I pose as a meteorological phenomenon, find those afflicted by it, and taunt them.
A couple of weeks ago, someone, somewhere humid, posted a fake retweet:
I thought this was genius, and immediately registered @thehumidity so that it actually worked. Next to heat, wind and rain, humidity is comparatively harmless, so the idea of it gleefully mocking the sweat-soaked and frizzy-haired brings a smile to my face.
Sometimes, the humidity just shows a lot of undirected swagger:
But mostly it searches for people complaining and leaves a calling card:
Sometimes I’m lucky enough to find a victim among someone I already follow from my personal twitter account:
Anyway, it’s a hoot, mostly for me, but I hope it’s also a fun surprise for people feeling cantankerous and clammy. Behind all this is my enthusiasm for things being unexpectedly anthropomorphized. My partner tells me “Guy, you’ll love anything if someone draws a little face on it.”
Perhaps - this is definitely awesome:
But on the other hand, Push the Talking Trash Can is one of my favourite Disneyland things, and it doesn’t even have a face.
I will say this, though - we’ve relied too long on such cliches as the bitter cold (“Oh, thought you’d stand outside and have a smoke. Fine, I guess. Just so long as I can freeze your fucking nuts off.”) Or the stifling heat. (“You can’t do that. You’re too hot. Sorry, you can’t do that either. Too hot.”) Or the raging gale “IIIIIIIIII AMMMMMM BLOWWWWWING SHITTTTT… EVVVVERYYWHERE!”
Together, we can create a world where our children mop their brows and complain of the sassy humidity.
