I don’t like Twitter. I find it to be too constricted, impossible to maintain consistent wit on, and otherwise too titillating for its own good. That said, I do enjoy imposters, and Twitter provides means for the sincerest form of flattery. Therefore, I’ve indulged in creating a twitter for my dear old friend Lenny.
Also, who isn’t talking about Twitter these days, I mean come on!
Seriously, though, folks. What the fuck is a tweetosphere? Do people hear themselves when say things like this. I’m not going to get up on any soap box to rant about the media and its obsession with twitter (too late,) but what the hell is with the obsession over 140 characters. Years from now, I hope we can look back at this and laugh. Say things like, “Boy, the economy wasn’t the only thing in a recession those days! Remember Twitter? We limited ourselves to 140 letters in order to prove up to the minute updates about mundanity! Heh - we didn’t even realize that the root word was twit!”
Alright. I’ve said enough. I don’t need to set the twitterverse abuzz.
