f*ckin ay. twitter has some value after all.
]]>Thanks! I think.
]]>But what has happened to Kayden is a crime
Im just sayin….
]]>how many writing gigs do you suppose Ms Kross (whom I adore like family) has gotten from her twits?
and therein lies my point.
]]>Apparently, you don’t really “get” Twitter and neither does Ms. Kross.
Yeah, it may have started out as an ego-boosting, self-importance driven, social media site where users post the oh-so fascinating stuff they’re currently doing in 140 words or less. You know, stuff like, “Just dropped a sewer bass and realized I’m outa toilet paper.” (Thought you’d like a fish-related example, Mikey.) But for many, Twitter has become a business media tool, an information media tool, a learning media tool, and more.
I mostly follow photographers and photography related Twitterers. I also follow Twitter users like Smithsonian and others that might provide great links to stuff I’m personally interested in seeing. What most of the Twits I follow (or those who follow me) often do is post links to sites and articles and so much more that I’m very interested in having a look at. It’s also been a great business networking tool. I’m in contact with people all over the world who have like interests as me (mostly photography) and, believe it or not, I’ve scored a couple of shooting gigs–commercial shooting gigs–as a result of my Twitter experience. Something, I might add, that never happened via my MySpace page… which I deleted a few months back. (MS is truly a waste of time and cyberspace… unless you’re looking to get laid, I guess.) Twitter, i.e., my twittering, has also increased the traffic to my blog, quite significantly!
So, before you go off all faux-smart hillbilly on everyone–sometime I think you’re to hillbillies what Sasha Grey tries to be to porn stars–maybe you should take a closer look at this currently popular thing called Twitter.
]]>They write about mundane things that happen in daily life largely, but they have the ability to use words to make it funny and interesting and usually poignant, with the exception of McCarthy they always kept their clothing on…Thank God
]]>If she didn’t take her clothes off, reading about Bob Evan’s would be as palatable to the average person as reading a random undergrad’s creative writing assignments. Amusing, likely – but altogether, undeniably irrelevant and avoidable. Not quite the case when the reader falls for the never explicit, always insinuated, suggestion that by reading and “understanding,” he is increasing his chances with the author.
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