August 3, 2009
I’ve known about Twitter for a long time now, since long before it became such a popular phenomenon. From the start, I dismissed it as a useless, frivolous waste of time. What possible value could there be in a social networking system that only let you post 140 characters at a time? It looked to me like about all you could do was post about what you’d had for lunch or dinner…stupid stuff like that. Quick blips of inanity, nothing more.
How could I have foreseen that Twitter would take off so explosively around the world? That it would become such a powerful networking and communications tool, utilized by so many major companies, organizations, and celebrities? That it would even play a role in the protests in Iran? If you’d told me any of this back when I first became aware of Twitter, I would’ve laughed in your face.
And now, I stand before you…a Twitterer. Tweeter? Tweeper? Whatever. Point is, I have been assimilated. Never imagined it would happen, but it has. I’ve finally caved in to the pressure and jumpled into the world of Twitter. Finally, I have jumped on the bandwagon with both feet and will try to figure out what the fuss is all about. You can find (and follow) me at @TheFictioneer.
Am I ashamed? Do I feel as if I’ve compromised my good character? Do I fear for the future? Not really. Do I think I will get carried away by Twitter-mania and go overboard promoting myself? Poppycock. Not a cha-yance, I’m telling you.
Did I mention you can find me on Twitter at @TheFictioneer? Be sure to check it out and follow me. That’s @TheFictioneer. Not that I’m promoting myself or getting all Twittery or anything. That’ll never happen, bro, I’m telling you. See you soon!
