Twitter. Before stevelick’s post on the evil irrelevance of it all it was only a Disney sound to me. It’s what the cartoon birds did when they were in love in Bambi. Now it is a play-by-play narcissistic exercise in records keeping or at least rough journalistic attempts. The modern day interconnected diary.
And as of today I’m a part of it.
My twitter screen name is kayden_kross because kaydenkross was already taken. That seems to be the case a lot lately. It happened when I signed up for classes at a new community college last month. It baffled me that another student would choose that name. It also continues to baffle me when people with IM accounts and nothing better to do get confused sometimes and think they’re me but that’s another story for another day.
So now I twitter too. I signed up after the awareness campaign on the part of steve and then the seemingly coincidental mention of it today at Adam and Eve headquarters. Lauren thought I should do it. She made me an account and sent directions.
Sadly I’ve done nothing worth talking about so my status mentions that I’m doing nothing worth talking about. This could soon become an exercise in boredom, not so much for me, but very likely for you. Or, if you don’t twitter too, an exercise in futility.
Either way, exercise is happening and it’s the highest my heart rate has been in weeks. I feel energized, or at least relieved of the hotel boredom that I’ve now handed off to you.
