I’ve tittered, tottered, and often been tattered, but never before have I Twittered! Until today. My first tweets are up on twitter.com, a site whose function I have yet to fully understand, but people insist is essential to meaningful interpersonal communication. Kinda like beer.
The only question Twitter asks is, “What are you doing?” Then you’re supposed to tell the world, expecting of course that the entire world puts itself on hold until it receives your latest mote of intelligence, which must not exceed 140 characters in length. Hey, maybe Einstein can stun the world with something succinct like “E=mc2″, but my brilliant observations cannot be thus abbreviated, lest their profound meaning be obscured.
Do you people really want to know what I’m doing all day? Some of it will be interesting, some of it will be boring, and some of it will be downright disgusting.
But hey, I know some of you already Twitter, so if you want to take a chance, look for random thoughts from the Grumpy Gardener.
Are you Twittering with excitement?