Quote of the Day:
“There is no danger that Titanic will sink. The boat is unsinkable and nothing but inconvenience will be suffered by the passengers.” -Phillip Franklin, White Star Line Vice-President
In all the TBU, there are only six known users of Twitter–TB, TDW, Mac, Irv, Barista and RockStar. TD has an account, but I don’t know if she uses it. The rest of you, I’ll call you the “Twitless,” probably fall into one of several main categories–disinterested, unaware, or convinced it’s just another passing internet fad, like Facebook. Well friends, if you fall into categories two or three, it’s time for you to sign up and start chirping. Twitter is here to stay. It is awesome. It is addictive. It will soon be essential. It is only going to get better and it will be with us forever. For-Ev-er.
TB was late to the Tweet party and I cannot even say I’ve yet wholly embraced it. Unequivocally, I can assert I do not yet fully understand it. Oh, a complete imbecile I am not. I get the whole 140 characters thing and I even now know what “smh” means. I know what a #hashtag is. But there is plenty of shorthand and some stylistic techniques and some basic etiquette I have yet to grasp–sort of like TB in the physical universe. Ironically, “the real” TB is a list-making fiend while the Twitterati TB cannot seem to figure that skill out. (Little help Wit?)
No matter. If you fancy yourself an aficionado of the “bon mot” you must Tweet. A punnist, you say? Then Tweet. Get bored in waiting rooms? Not if you Tweet. Want news in real time? The best bargains on the web? Near-celebrity-interaction? Participate in a revolution? Tweet, dammit! How else are you gonna find out where I have coffee each day? Alas, Tweet. It is the future.
Seriously, I am calling you out TBU. Twitter is great. You are going to have to join eventually, so might as well get on with it. And I’ll follow you if you’ll follow me. Really, that’s not weird in the Twitterverse.