Have you seen Twitter recently? It ain’t what it used to be, I can tell you that! Not since they let in the Great Unwashed! Why, back in my day we had to type uphill both ways in the snow!
Now, thanks to the magic which is Historical Tweets, you too can enjoy the tweets of some of the greatest historical figures of all time, captured here for posterity’s sake, Twitter’s 3000 tweet archive limit be damned!
Some examples:
Martin Luther King:
Sacagawea:
Harriet Tubman:
And lastly, some dude from Italy. Now THAT is what you call a flamewar!
For fans of flamewars, of which there is rumoured to be an overrepresentation around these parts although who knows, eh? the following transcripts, taken verbatim from the Twitter accounts of your fine blog hostess, mineownself, and John Berringer, will pay handsome dividends. Apologies for not threading them properly: I’m way lazy, yo. Some say these should be private messages, but since when have I ever been accused of an overabundance of … what’s the word … discretion?
For those of you who, quite sensibly, find you have quite a sufficiency of drama in your own lives without bothering your head about anybody else’s, you may click here for a random, and almost 62% likely to be aggro-free, post from the past.
And now, the transcript of raincoaster, in reverse chronological order (you might wish to read from the bottom up). At a certain point I just closed Twitter and went off and did my work; you can tell virtually the exact moment if you read his stream. His (considerably more amusing) stream is just below mine:
A certain mysterious someone at Lamecamp Vancouver last week at the Cambie Pub. Who could it be? Whoever it is, they’ve got fabulous taste in Twitter reading material!
Lamely shot on medium format, scanned at ridicioulsy low resolution after pushing the film by a stop because I lamely forgot my faster speed film.
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
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