Okay, so I tweeted my first twitter.
It looked like this: So, here we go, I have tweeted my first twitter.
It looked like this: http://tinyurl.com/cdzpdm is how Obama votes “present” on prosecuting Bushies for keeping us safe (per Friedman http://tinyurl.com/c4ha97 )
What that means in real lingo is: in this piece Kim Priestap, expresses shock and outrage that President Obama may decide to co-operate with Spain in prosecuting Bush Administration officials who, even Tom Friedman admits kept us safe, and were probably right to take the war to Iraq, and fight it there.
Condensed. Why do I feel naughty?
I can immediately see where twitter can be both good and evil. A tool that frees you up from having to write a whole post when you want to make a pithy observation, but creates the danger of having people mistake pithy observations for intelligence, wisdom or real understanding.
And yet, seems I will be twittering. But not to excess. I’m already too distracted. But anyhow, I’m on Twitter, thanks to Kim who insisted that I leave my terrified fetal position and give it a try.
We’ll see how it works out. If I am still doing it next Lent, I’ll use it to remind everyone not to eat meat on Fridays!
UPDATE I: My son urges me not to do this. He says my mind is already too distracted by small shiny things. This may not last long, because he is right.
UPDATE II: I have figured it out. Twitter is going to be the preferred feed for the techno-elite as they sign off. They’ll twitter…”I’m dying, I’m dying!”
Then: “The room is getting dim! The doctor’s say there is no hope! I want a Guinness!”
Then: “Last Rites? I got Last Rites! Heh. I get to go to heaven, not like the rest of you chumps!”
Then: The heart monitor is less noisy. I will twitter in time to it, and u can tell when I die!
Then: I bet I can die in under 140 characters!
Then: Tweet….Tweet….Tweet….Twee…Twet…Twe…..Tw….T.. .
And I’m sure somewhere there will be some twitter savant who can Twitter while he’s being defibrillated. But let’s not go there, tonight.