As some of you know, I ordered WrestleMania last night. The PPV price was steep, but I just couldn’t let myself miss Undertaker vs. Punk. It was a good event overall, but the show definitely peaked with that match.
I seized the opportunity to do some live tweeting, to the grand annoyance of all but maybe ten of the people who follow me. Fifty tweets later, and I had less followers than the day prior. Oh well. I thought my line about Roman Reigns looking like the Daenerys’s dead husband was spot-on.
I wasn’t the only one saying too much about wrestling through social media. No less than Pee-wee Herman is a big WWE fan, and in fact, he was at WrestleMania last night. I don’t know if Pee-wee was there in an official capacity or just as a fan, but he was all over Facebook and Twitter, yakking about Brock Lesnar.
Somewhere in the middle of that, he posted this on Facebook:
Mason, an eagle-eyed reader, recognized the photo from one of my X-E articles. The one about the stuff in my freezer.
Yes, that’s MY picture of a WWE Ice Cream Bar and Choco Taco. Pee-wee assuredly found it on Google and never actually visited my old site, but this is still very awesome.
On the other hand, everyone on his Facebook page is making fun of my dirty tiled tabletop. That shit hurts.
It’s a pretty tenuous link, but I’m now connected to Pee-wee Herman. Just a tiny little bit. When I repeat this story in the future, I’ll exaggerate like hell. By next year, I’ll be claiming that we watched WrestleMania together at Hooters.
A bit later, Pee-wee put the same photo on Twitter, accumulating more retweets than I’ll get in the next three months. Between that and his Facebook page, I’d estimate that 7000 people saw my seven-year-old ice cream photo tonight. Exactly zero of these people have any idea who I am, but I’m still oddly proud.
I know this isn’t much of a post. It’s just something I wanted archived on the site. I’ve become BFF with Pee-wee Herman.
If it’s later determined that Pee-wee hired a team of goons to handle his internetting, please don’t tell me.