Social Media Life Lessons: Ghost of a Chance at Authenticity

Posted on September 22, 2011

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Sure, it types by itself but all it says is "ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn"

Sure, it types by itself but all it says is "ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn"

You know, if you know anything about raincoaster media, that we’re all about the authenticity. In fact, that’s the Royal We I used right there, just for accuracy’s sake. We do social media strategy and social media training, but when it comes to putting out the tweets, making the posts, sharing the thoughts, and dealing with the customers, that’s your business, not ours, and it’s our job to equip you to do that well and cost-effectively via social media, not to pretend to be anybody we’re not.

Including Mark Davidson.

Mark Davidson has this vague feeling the sky is falling.

Mark Davidson has this vague feeling the sky is falling.

I could sum this up, but I’d rather let you read it in its entirety. A little background: prior to today, Mark Davidson was just another of those “follow tens of thousand and tens of thousands will follow you” generic internet marketers, although somewhat more prosperous than most; prosperous enough, in fact, to hire three ghost writers for his Twitter account.

Three. Ghostwriters. For a Twitter account.

Yesterday, he fired one. Let’s see what happened then, shall we?

Ah! Paging the Drama Llama! Paging the Drama Llama!

Drama Llama not endangered. Not anywhere in the vicinity of Raincoaster.

Drama Llama not endangered. Not anywhere in the vicinity of Raincoaster.

Drunk and angry and fired: these tweets are FULL OF WIN!

Then, presumably he passed out, utterly spent, waking up in the early hours of the next afternoon with a crushing hangover and the vague, but confused sense that he’d kicked some unspecified ass, an agreeable substitute for the usual sense of self-loathing and free-floating guilt that most hangovers bring.

And the morning shift, oblivious, came online.

Apparently Twitter told him. In. Extended. Detail. Possibly. Slavering. A. Little.

Seriously, don’t you feel a little guilty, internet bystander? That’s blood on the walls there, and you didn’t call the ambulance. You just said, “Hey Marge, come and see this!” didn’t you?

I did.

The Fallout begins.

But I hear he doesn’t pay very well.

And, finally, comedy gold.

I don’t know about you, but this got me following, if only the RSS feed. Monday should be fascinating, don’t you think?

[completely unrelated — no, wait, it IS related, tangentially! What kind of real online marketer leaves a link to his G+ profile in the Twitter bio where he’s supposed to put his actual website? The kind we call funny names, that’s what kind]