Spencer Madsen – Now on Muumuu!

                Spencer Madsen is a bro I’m proud to call bro. His twitter feed is good enough to write a book about, or rather, another book about. Slowly but surely his internet presence has spread out, from a mere twitter, to a published writer, to an OKCupid member. Spencer Madsen is what the ladies call ‘a grower and not a shower’. 

                Over the past month Spencer has shot into the literary sky like a blue million miles. His poem about love has a picture of a cat on it or a stuffed animal, it is hard to tell. The poem is tender, loving, and makes me a little tearful. Without writing names for either one, Spencer creates a sense of knowing them. 

                The poem ‘Sand Mouth’ remembers the awful snow from Halloween. Remember that? That sucked. Most of ‘Sand Mouth’ deals with an opaque relationship. I like the beginning of this poem a lot. It reminds me of anxiety, something I get quite often, since I get anxious, not sad. People tell me not to get anxious about something, but that only increases the sense of anxiety I have, then eventually it either goes away or it overwhelms me. Usually it overwhelms me for a brief period of time.

                 ‘like headphones plugged into nothing’ is great. It reminds me of the time I met a friend of mine. I was wearing a Slint T-shirt. As I walked with him and his girlfriend, she mentioned a habit he had developed. He would ride the subway wearing headphones. The headphones would enter his pocket. In his pocket was nothing. He just wanted to wear the headphones to look cool. I asked if he listened to Lint. Oddly, this story brings up memories of that experience, traveling with both of them, watching their interactions together. 

                Groovesharkis an abridged version of Spencer’s life. In it we see his ex-girlfriend, who wants to see him. He goes over the things that he thought would make him happy: transferring to a New York based school (Hunter College) and living in the hippest part of New York (Brooklyn). From there he talks about the angst of the professor lifestyle, a pain I know all too well. Plus, he mentions how he is closer friends with people he has never met than people in real life. When I read this, I involuntarily nodded. I meet so many wonderful people on the internet, people who help me to become a better sloth, a better person. Internet people make me feel happy. Spencer is one of those people. 

                ‘A Hum’ is one of Spencer’s longer pieces. It describes a single moment as if inside a dream. Spencer is pitted against imaginary versions of himself. Since these are her dreams, and not his, we can never know which Spencer came out victorious: the real or the imaginary. 

                Today is Spencer Madsen’s day though. No other day can compete. For today, December 21^st, in the year 2011 of our lord, Spencer’s tweets made an appearance. Not on just his Tumblr, nope, these are on Muumuu House, edited by Eliane Sun. Muumuu House likes Spencer enough to host his tweets there, where they will stay for time immemorial. Spencer’s twitter feed is one of the best on twitter. Many twitter feeds suck; they usually serve as a way to describe one’s food intake for the day. Well, Spencer uses Tumblr for queries about his diet. Glad to see he uses Goodreads to find hot, single women in his area. My favorite tweet from this twitter compilation “babies cry because they are alive and that is the saddest thing to be”. It is perfect.

                As the final touch on Spencer’s illustrious career is the ‘hater’ boon. One hater accuses Spencer of stealing James Frey’s title ‘A Million Little Pieces’ because clearly someone who wants Frey’s work may easily replace little pieces with bears. This hater, from High School, feels the need to bully Spencer online. Whoever the hater is clearly spends his or her time googling Spencer Madsen on the internet and writing grammatically incorrect screeds against him. A greater amount of haters indicates Spencer’s popularity. You can see all the comments on this several months’ old post by Teagues. 

                Spencer Madsen is too lit to quit.