I consider myself fairly hip for my age; I can hold a discussion with my grown kid’s friends without sounding like too much of an ass, although (of course) they’re more than a little amazed that I’ve not only heard of but participated in some activities that kids just don’t see their parents doing. For some reason, my kids – Darling Daughter, in particular – seems to think I lived my life under a rock before they were born.
That being said, I also live the life of a 45-year-old woman with a husband, three kids, two stepkids, a dog and a business (and trying to build a second business). So I have a little trouble understanding the whole “Twitter” phenomenon. For those of you who might have been living under a rock (and don’t I wish I could join you!), here is Wikipedia’s definition of Twitter:
“Twitter is a free social networking and micro-blogging service that allows users to send ‘updates’ (or ‘tweets’; text-based posts, up to 140 characters long) to the Twitter website, via short message service (e.g. on a cell phone), instant messaging, or a third-party application such as Twitterrific or Facebook.”
I don’t know about you, but I have trouble keeping up with my macro-blog and already spend way too much time reading other macro-blogs – I’d go nuts reading periodic updates from the twenty-odd bloggers I visit on a regular, in not daily, basis. Furthermore, Beloved, who views the internet as primarily informational and educational and does NOT understand my obsession viewpoint that it is non-stop entertainment, would have a cow if I started getting text messages umpteen times a day informing me of the activities of people I’ve never laid eyes on.
And good gawd, I hope they’d be more exciting than anything I could post. I can just see you all now, whipping out your cellphones or waiting anxiously for the IM box to pop up on your screen, only to be greeted with:
“I’m opening a diet grape Faygo!”
“I’m at the pottery store, painting a utensil holder!”
or, for some real edge-of-your-seat stuff:
“OMG – round steak is half price and they’ve got kumquats at the grocery store!”
Life in the fast lane, baby.