I like to think I’m still one of the cool kids Pumpkins. My thumbs can tap out a pretty good text on my spiffy new smartphone and I know that iPads aren’t for heavy days. I did have to flee Facebook, however, when a rash of ex-lovers befriended me in hopes of reliving the best seconds of their lives (that’s why they’re ex). I do get the whole social thing... really I do.
But you’ll have to forgive me dahrlings, I am having a hard time embracing Twitter. You’d think that people in the travel industry would have some pretty good tales to tell, so I followed a number of lauded luminaries. I also figured the 140 character limit would hold their business class egos in check.
Alas, 140 characters of crap is still a steaming pile. You’re going to see Mickey today? That’s nice. Off to meet a prospective new client? Congratulations, I guess. Someone is now following you and you want to thank them for the add? Scintillating!
What really gets my feathers in a flap are those who rob the book of quotations each day to tweet me some positive platitude. Don’t you people have some business to attend to?
Of course, I don’t have a business to run – I leave that dreary chore to the dinkettes – so you can read my twirls of twitdom (in pink on your right) without worrying that coming up with those dazzling insights is keeping me from something important.
And to the fundamentalist few frequently offended by my fulsome fulminations, you can add Twittiot to your list of insults to hurl.
