I'm "tweeting" my ass off over here. I'm addicted to this stupid thing! Damn it! Idle hands are Twitter's playground! See! Now I have to put that on my Twitter!
Hold on.
Okay. I feel better now.
Twitter is crack for Facebook/MySpace addicts. I remember a lesser time, when there existed only a dial up internet connection, one where if you had call waiting and someone called, you'd get kicked off or if you're mom didn't know you were on and she picked up the phone to call your grandma, you also lost connection. Because in those days grandmas didn't know how to text message, they didn't even have cell phones.
Now there's this Twitter thing, this 140 character text box where you type pretty much whatever you want. It's not used entirely for it's intended purpose of "to stay connected through the exchange of quick, frequent answers to one simple question: What are you doing?" As if text messaging was too cumbersome, searching in the phone book much too difficult when wanting to tell Tyler you're shopping, it being far easier and saving your thumb one less straining motion by choosing "Twitter" instead of "Tyler" or logging on to the internet from your little blackberry.
Yes people use it like a blog too, I've seen it, esp. on John Mayer's. Example:
"You could really freak the neighbors out if you lit strobes in your house, screamed really loud and left a pile of top hats in the yard." Followed immediately by:
"Even if it meant a pile of top hats gathering in the yard, I'd still be about it."
Do you see what I mean!?
I guess Twitter is good for one thing: catching snippets of the random thoughts of members of America's pop culture. Whatever that's worth...
Ah Twitter you are my Romeo and the tweets of others my poison, you will be the death of me some day.
For more from the douche ("your body's a wonderland" that's all I hear, that inaudible drivel, every time I think of that fuck):
http://twitter.com/johncmayer
