The term “Twitter” is inescapable these days.
While watching the FOX News weekend morning program for the past year or so I noticed they have replaced the “seasoned” on-air journalists with young hipsters.
They constantly refer to “Twitter” and getting “tweets” on the air. At first I assumed that these were making reference to instant messages. These words are also showing up through various media outlets and on the internets.
I do not use instant messaging because a phone call works fine for me. Using a tiny keypad to compose a message is a waste of my time. Call me old school. Call me fat fingered. Call me a Luddite.
Some have told me it's a good way of communicating while you're in a meeting. What? Pay attention to the meeting, it's rude to send messages. I know, I have been in meetings where someone chuckles, I look and see they are typing a message. Made me want to shove that Blackberry up their a$$, sideways.
At one time I wanted to buy an iPhone, being an Apple Macolyte. I’ll take a pass for now. Spending time on the internets is fine during the dark months but now I am itching to be outside. Having to be hyper connected gets in the way of enjoying life and nature and free personal time. On fishing trips I’ll take a cell phone for emergencies but sending messages interferes with the task at hand, which is relaxing and getting away.
To me, Twitter is what little girls do when they become excited. It sounds “gossipy”. Are straight guys really into this thing?
I looked up Twitter. From their website:
“Twitter is a service for friends, family, and co–workers to communicate and stay connected through the exchange of quick, frequent answers to one simple question: What are you doing?”
Because even basic updates are meaningful to family members, friends, or colleagues—especially when they’re timely.
Eating soup? Research shows that moms want to know.
Running late to a meeting? Your co–workers might find that useful.
Partying? Your friends may want to join you.
With Twitter, you can stay hyper–connected to your friends and always know what they’re doing. Or, you can stop following them any time. You can even set quiet times on Twitter so you’re not interrupted.
Twitter puts you in control and becomes a modern antidote to information overload.
Get that? Twitter puts you in control and becomes a modern antidote to information overload. You gotta be crappin me. You can even set quiet times on Twitter so you’re not interrupted. How nice of them to offer this option.
Here’s how it works:
OK, I get it. "Because even basic updates are meaningful to family members, friends, or colleagues—especially when they’re timely." Want to know about the little things that happen in my life? None of your gotdam bidness.
Sorry, not gonna happen. Nope.
Add this to the many reasons causing me to consider moving out to the farm and becoming a recluse.
Years ago my company handed me a first generation Blackberry. I took it. Soon I found that it was a leash, a tool for them to intrude on my personal time. If I didn't check the Blackberry constantly it could cause me embarrassment at work. While leaving Manhattan for LaGuardia in a cab crossing the Tri Borough bridge I tossed that piece of sh!t out of the window and into the East river. Since the company was cutting budgets I couldn't get another. My superior excused me for not getting updates. I was free again.
Want to know "what I'm doing"? Send an email or call me on the mobile phone. I just might answer.