This is about as close to poetic justice as you’ll find on Twitter. Mark Davidson, a self-professed Internet sales and marketing professional, apparently employed three ghostwriters to help with his account. However, when he fired one of the ghostwriters, he probably should have ditched his old password, too.

Speaking of errors in judgment, AllFacebook shares what’s probably the biggest posting blunder when it comes to your brand’s fan page.

Make no mistake about this: Denmark-based Cryos International, one of the world’s leading sperm banks, says it’s overstocked with red-haired donors, so its clinics will no longer be accepting samples from ginger suppliers. Sorry, Prince Harry—the power of supply and demand has spoken. Talk about being treated like a redheaded stepchild…



It appears Del Monte Fresh Produce has a supplier problem of a different sort. After a salmonella outbreak in February was traced to a farm in Guatemala, the FDA imposed restrictions on melon imports. Now Del Monte is challenging additional regulations that it claims could damage its reputation.

A redhead glut. Disease-carrying cantaloupe. Makes you want to close the blinds and stay home. Thankfully, this infographic shows exactly how technology has made that possible.

Regarding the home front, as women now constitute 44 percent of the NFL’s fan base, football marketers are fashioning their game-day strategies toward a new “homegating” demographic rather than to those tailgating in the parking lot.

Even if you don’t show up anywhere else because you’re too afraid to leave tu casa, thanks to social media you can still ensure your client’s campaign efforts show up in search result.

On the other hand, Google News offers its ranking factors for getting to the top.

Speaking of rankings, for the last 30 years, Forbes has ranked the 400 richest people in America. While Bill Gates and Warren Buffett lead the pack at Nos. 1 and 2, see who nabbed the other 398 spots on the list here.

Counting all those zeros in those people’s net worth has exhausted us. So we conclude with tales from the script; we’ll let the llast words of 25 dead writers close up shop for the day. “Goodnight my kitten.”