Twitter is a social networking and microblogging service that allows you answer the question, "What are you doing?" by sending short text messages 140 characters in length, called "tweets", to your friends, or "followers.
for myself, i am not interested in using twitter. blogging is enough and probably more than most people want to know about me. i am not sure when we became such an unprivate society, but no, i don't think we can go back. i really don't need to know that my friends are sitting on the couch watching tv, or eating a salami sandwich.
and now, please excuse me while i finish eating my scrambled eggs with cheese so i can go and finish cleaning a closet before i go grocery shopping... snort. :)
By gosh Spidey! you have inspired me to get to that catch all closet that was supposed to be a linen closet but has since become the repository for all things homeless. See! if you had twitter, you could have put me on this task that much sooner! WV- adetic,, something that I need to go on badly,, shorts season has arrived- although I no longer do over the knee.
It's funny . . . a couple of weeks ago, Gavin Newsome was on a local radio station. He had gotten there late and they were all talking about how he had started twittering that week so he was twittering about where he was, why he was late, when he was going to arrive, etc.
Last week he was on Bill Maher's show and Maher was making fun of twittering and I was watching Newsome to see his reaction but . . . he just seemed to blush a little and didn't say anything.
It is funny: Twittering sounds like the "line a day" diary that my grandmother kept from 1911-1914. I found it after she died up in the attic and rescued it from a bag of trash.
It is a delightful snapshot of her school days becoming a chiropractor along side her husband and mostly talks about class and playing cards. Oh and it is where I found out she called my grandfather "Barneykins" So anyhow it seems like the same thing to me.
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this is it in a nutshell.
Twitter is a social networking and microblogging service that allows you answer the question, "What are you doing?" by sending short text messages 140 characters in length, called "tweets", to your friends, or "followers.
for myself, i am not interested in using twitter. blogging is enough and probably more than most people want to know about me. i am not sure when we became such an unprivate society, but no, i don't think we can go back. i really don't need to know that my friends are sitting on the couch watching tv, or eating a salami sandwich.
and now, please excuse me while i finish eating my scrambled eggs with cheese so i can go and finish cleaning a closet before i go grocery shopping... snort. :)
The way Hallie explained it to me made it sound incredibly boring.
But apparently, you can follow the daily life of famous people, or someone who is highly successful in your career, or whatever.
I guess I don't really get it.
Verbie, but what if those famous people are sitting on their couches eating salami sandwiches?
By gosh Spidey! you have inspired me to get to that catch all closet that was supposed to be a linen closet but has since become the repository for all things homeless. See! if you had twitter, you could have put me on this task that much sooner!
WV- adetic,, something that I need to go on badly,, shorts season has arrived- although I no longer do over the knee.
It's funny . . . a couple of weeks ago, Gavin Newsome was on a local radio station. He had gotten there late and they were all talking about how he had started twittering that week so he was twittering about where he was, why he was late, when he was going to arrive, etc.
Last week he was on Bill Maher's show and Maher was making fun of twittering and I was watching Newsome to see his reaction but . . . he just seemed to blush a little and didn't say anything.
It is funny: Twittering sounds like the "line a day" diary that my grandmother kept from 1911-1914. I found it after she died up in the attic and rescued it from a bag of trash.
It is a delightful snapshot of her school days becoming a chiropractor along side her husband and mostly talks about class and playing cards. Oh and it is where I found out she called my grandfather "Barneykins" So anyhow it seems like the same thing to me.
oops I did not mean to say that my grandmother died up in the attic. The diary was up there. She passed away in a hospital.
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