I was grateful when my season 4 premier re-entry option of plus 20% over season three was met on Tuesday night. Clearly I was looking for some bullshit way to get back to the 140 characters. The truth is, I need Twitter. Not so much Kurt, but SutterInk. When I unplugged, it became very apparent to me that I was without a critical tool in the latest rules of social/marketing engagement. After dropping off FaceBook, which I don't miss, not having Twitter felt like I was missing a tether to the SOA community. Yes, it's a vehicle for my outrage and I know that's what has garnered most of the buzz, but it's also a direct pipeline to the fans and the television community. I know 50,000 followers isn't exactly the body of Sons fans, but it's a pretty good sampling. It made me feel like I had contact to likes, dislikes and a general feeling of connectedness. Without it, I felt out of touch. I also felt it was potentially an unwise thing for the show. I'm not saying that my social media exploits had anything to do with SOA's big numbers Tuesday night, but I know my efforts to keep fans up-to-date during our long hiatus couldn't have hurt us.
I'm also aware that jacking back in after my very public unplugging will make me look like a douchebag hypocrite and an attention whore. I guess that's the price I pay. And the truth is, if both of those things were completely untrue I'd probably still be unplugged. I've learned some lessons about how to use and not use Twitter, unfortunately I will most likely forget them. I will continue to say shit I regret. I will continue to be misquoted out of context by the hack cunt bloggers. And much to my wife's dismay, I will continue to use language that makes her toes curl.
My sensibilities are twisted. My humor is borderline psychotic. My desire to slap the shit out of the stupid and make the world just a little bit uncomfortable is at an all time high. It's who I am. It may be my undoing. But at least when I come undone, I'll be left with me. Free speech comes with a price. Hopefully my pockets will have enough coin to get me through seven seasons. I will not leave you again. Unless I'm dead or in jail... which unfortunately is a real possibility.