Have you ever heard of Twitter? It’s an online application that describes itself this way:
Twitter is a service for friends, family, and co–workers to communicate and stay connected through the exchange of quick, frequent answers to one simple question: What are you doing?
It’s basically micro-blogging (every tweet is 140 characters or less), and it is totally addicting, especially since you can send tweets from your cell phone.
I’ve been using it off and on for several months, but since I saw how valuable it was when we were in Austin for SXSW, I’ve been using it much more often. And in the last two weeks I have on more than one occasion been removed from my cell phone when life demanded that I tweet about it, and I fell to my knees and rended my garments in twain. Like the one time we were driving and Leta all of a sudden said, “Mom? That new Cinderella DVD is creepy.” And I’d left my cell phone at home. So my friends in San Francisco and New York would have to wait until I got home 15 minutes later to hear about it. That’s a modern tragedy.
Two of my favorite Twitterers are Merlin Mann and Josh Allen (who will probably kill me for linking to his Twitter stream, but he’s going to have to get over it). You do not have to know these guys personally to find their streams entertaining (THEIR STREAMS!), because they say things like this:
Peet’s Coffee should be included in a SF Welcome Bag. Alongside a KQED sticker, a dog, and your newly uncontrollable sense of moral outrage.
And this:
My tear-away pants got snagged on my Union Jack thong and basically the funeral went downhill from there.
If you’re interested in following me on Twitter you can find me here.
