Sunday, August 30, 2009
(I borrowed this pic off the twitter website, I think)
I have a sister, who if it weren’t for her complete lack of techno-sophistication, would be hilarious to follow on Twitter. She texts things like: “Hickory Dick on a hobby horse.” I have no idea what that means, but I find it quite amusing. Reading some tweet about which ice cream to choose at the supermarket or about going to get your hair cut—not so amusing.
I am not on Twitter (which is why there is not a little box off to the side here that says “Follow me on Twitter.”) I sort of have an idea of what Twitter is and I am pretty sure I don’t want anything to do with it.
First, I don’t even like to touch my cell phone (Twitter is for your cell phone, right?) I use about 5 minutes of my plan every month. I have over 5,000 roll over minutes and hundreds that expire every month (I wish I could sell my minutes and buy a laptop—I need one of those more than my minutes). I am this close (can you see my fingers this close together?) to canceling my plan and getting a go-phone.
Second, I don’t text. I am just not from that generation… or something. Well, actually, I usually don’t text, I don’t even have a texting plan for my cell, but one day a few weeks ago I was bored and started sending naughty little texts to my hubs and pics of my feet to my sister—highly entertaining! But my texting frenzy has stopped and I have repented.
Third, I really don’t want to send out constant updates on my boring life or read anyone else’s updates or what they consider clever little thoughts—though they may really be funny. That's what blogs are for, right? I am sure it can be useful for some things, so this is not meant to belittle Twitterers, it’s just not for me, right now anyway.
I did get an email notification from Twitter, though, the other day saying that my mom wants to follow me on Twitter. I actually think she wants ME to follow HER. It would be rude to list so publicly all the reasons that would annoy the crap out of me.
Later my mom, in one of the mass emails she sends, that are like 10 pages long, talking about the need to use a parasite cleanse or the new vaccine for the swine flu that will be mandatory and will KILL you (you heard it here first), she complains that she is being hampered by the 140 character limit. As in, she CANNOT write something that has fewer than 140 characters. If you knew my mom, this would not surprise you even a little. She’ll probably have to start an idea in one tweet and finish it over the next 15 tweets, sent one after the other.
Another reason I will now never be on Twitter… I’d rather poke my eyes out than get my mom’s tweets. Is that bad to say about my own mom?
(of course I mean no offense to you mom, if you ever find my blog accidentally)
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