Andrew has invited me to join Twitter. Don’t ask me why – but I did.
That last sentence has nothing to do with Andrew, but I’m not sure exactly what I’m supposed to do with it. I’m not sure exactly what anyone is supposed to do with it. It’s like live blogging with x amount of characters or less for immediate reading. But that x amount of characters is like 140.
You’ve seen my posts. I can’t keep them to 140 words, let alone characters.
The only thing I knew of it, was a U.S. student was taken into custody in Egypt and his “captors” forgot to confiscate his phone. He Twitter’d (is this now a verb?) a few hundred folks and they did basically a phone tree to others who helped free him and eventually his translator.
I don’t expect that I will be in that situation anytime soon. And by ‘anytime soon’, I mean ever. So now what do I do with it?
Out of my hundred or so email contacts, two (count ’em TWO) are on Twitter. Andrew, and his wife, Rebecca (whom you all know and love). From my BlobbysBlog account, I snagged an entire three more contacts. Hardly enough for anyone to rally to get me out of captivity. …but they can probably alert me to the next Annie Lennox cd release! Handy.
And to add insult to injury, I can’t even use “Blobby” as my name. It’s taken!!! The nerve.
Armed with no other clever names or ideas, I actually had to resort to using my real one! I’m not sure how down I am with that.
So not to feel like an old fuddy-duddy (yes, I know I already am), blogging delayed aging by a few years. Twitter has taken me back a few more. Now Becky wants me to join FaceBook. That should put me at the ripe old age of 13 or as a prime candidate to be on NBC’s To Catch a Predator.
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