Today’s blog is a true confession. I’ve given in and signed on with that band of Twits that Tweet whatever they are doing to the world at large. I am now a Twit—a joiner of Twitter—tweeting inane messages that no one reads.
I feel very silly sharing this weakness I have for joining organizations and clubs. Twitter does seem like a big old club—a club of strange people who feel the need to share their every last thought and feeling perhaps—but a club nonetheless. I’ve joined book clubs, music clubs, writers organizations, Facebook club, and now this—tweeter club. It’s a sickness. I admit it. (That is the first step to getting help, isn’t it?)
I really don’t understand this whole “viral” thing. It doesn’t sound very healthy. They use words like: connected, social networking, viral marketing. I did get my flu shot this year, so I hope I’m protected, but apparently this is what hip people do and I’m now part of it. I saw Demi Moore and her boy-toy husband on TV just this morning talking about their lives as twits—tweetering about…whatever celebrities tweet about.
Of course I have much more important things to share with the world than the name of my plastic surgeon or the next movie I’m starring in. Well…maybe not, but someday I might, and so now I have a connectedness to a viral system of marketability. Sound good? Join with me and become one of my “twit followers.” You too can tweet worthless information to the world at large.
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you must be twitterpated! haha!