Frontrunner
I’m so weak.
I succumb to peer pressure like most people succumb to thirst — I just can’t help myself. I…wow, this is embarrassing…I…um…
…I joined Twitter.
Here’s how bad I am about getting caught up in Internet waves like this — I don’t even like Twitter. I don’t get it. As a matter of fact, my first post was, “I don’t understand the purpose of Twitter, but bloggers are supposed to love it, so here we go.” Want to know how little I have embraced it? I used correct punctuation.
For some reason, I just get caught up in these things that everybody else is into. I figure, if so many other people like it, it has to be good, right? Case in point: As I type, I am blogging about Twitter while listening to the Decemberists on my iPhone. I bolded the clichés for your counting pleasure. (Ever notice that the 12-minute song on “The Crane Wife” sounds an awful lot like a Steve Miller Band throwaway tune?)
For what it’s worth, though, I am determined to figure this thing out and use it to the best of my blogging/journalistic/procrastination abilities. So to keep myself honest and not let it turn into a habit where I write “I think I want Taco Bell” every six hours, I have placed a Twitter widget in the sidebar of this site in an attempt to maintain some type of integrity. Here’s a list of what I imagine myself twittering about (twitting? tweeting?) in the near future:
• Breaking news
• Updates at events and festivals
• Ichthus news (I can see this actually working really well)
• Interesting happenings at meetings
• Thoughts on whatever I’m watching on TV at the moment
• Good movie/book/song recommendations
• Random life events
• Probably a couple of “I think I want Taco Bell” posts
What I don’t want to do is let Twitter turn into a “work thing” that I feel is another responsibility. I want to have fun with it like I do this blog, so there should be a good hodgepodge of posts that may say a lot or say nothing. To see those posts, you can just read them on the sidebar of this site, or you can join Twitter and Follow Me.