I divide my world into twits & tweets. Those who are compelled to announce when they got up, when they arose and what childhood memories their toast evokes are in a twit category all their own, dahrlings. And then there are the narcissists…
For follower hounds (& you know who you are), the numbers are as rational as a Deloitte & Touche audit. Who can read 5 million posts per minute? I’m instituting a quota for the letter “i”.
The Globe says only 13% of Americans are twitters -- mostly made up of cappuccino sipping urban liberals. Aggh! The folks who buy pink pistols for their toddlers are busy at the shooting gallery, god bless’em.
We don’t have the numbers for Canada, dahrlings, but I’m guessing those cappuccino suckers are all over the T-sphere -- self-tweeting themselves into an egorotic frenzy. So if you are of the twitting minority, keep on clickety clacking about the riveting minutiae of every aspect of your daily life in 140 characters or less. You never know what kind of twit you’ll swat into your booking engine.
