There is, among the non-Twitterati, a certain degree of pragmatic skepticism about how entertaining, how powerful, even how meaningful a communications device limited to 140 characters of text can be. While all the world knows that Twitter was intended to serve as a medium for communicating status updates (“Posting to Twitter.” “Posting to Twitter again.” “Here I am, back on Twitter, updating my status.”) digital sophisticates have long since bent the humble microblogging platform to their will.
Haiku. Affirmations. Contests. Flirtations. Ostentatiously-posted quotations from authors chosen more for their literary cachet than their intellectual merit, not that I’m thinking of anyone in particular (Byron, I’m looking at you).
Six Word Story:
If I should die before I
I’m guilty of useless banter, affirmations, quotes, and shameless self-promotion on twitter. Not to mention spontaneous booze fests… uhh I mean #tweetups with like minded individuals. All in all that’s a lot of fun, and somehow it has brought me new friends, business, media, and did I mention fun?
Anyway I have learned not to take twitpics in the bathroom anymore. Who knew?
You’ll never be a hipster!
Twitter is probably one of the most entertaining parts of my day. Especially with the bunch of nuts I follow, Raincoaster included.
We do try. Why, my limbering-up exercises alone take forty minutes.
I never appreciated Twitter or its potential until the attacks in Mumbai. Following the tweets from there was riveting and added a human element not even the best news organizations could impart.
Yes indeed. I certainly could have done without the woman who Tweeted about her pelvic exam during the San Francisco earthquake, though.
:eek: ewww! (re: pelvic exam)
I have not twittered, as yet; tended to agree wholeheartedly with the Reuters article, but, until I’ve walked in those shoes…Perhaps I shall be turned.
You never know. It’s like crack. I was on there for two months before I did anything about it.
All my mortal enemies are twitterers.
But, not all twitterers are my mortal enemies.
What a coincidence: all MY mortal enemies are twits!
I *love* Twitter :)
I can think of one man who doesn’t right now.