So now I'm blogging. In two places. You'd think that would be enough new technology stuff but, no, I had to find out about something called Twitter. I heard a lot of mention of it but had no idea what it was. I did what for me was obvious. Well, obvious at 2 a.m. I typed twitter.com into my whatchamacallit (technical term) and up came the website. It's bright and blinding at 2 a.m. As close as I could figure out, it's a place where you write one or two pithy sentences about what you're doing and family and friends can "follow" you. It sounded a little like stalking.
The site invited me to sign up so I did. It was 2 a.m. Okay, maybe 2:05 a.m. by now. I posted. I looked for people I knew. I found a couple and clicked that I'd like to follow them. Suddenly, I had two unknown people following me with notes that sounded, well, suspicious. I immediately found the place on the site that would block everyone except those I would allow to follow me.
I posted an update, much like a Twitter thingy, to Facebook to say that I'm on Twitter. I quickly received a wall-to-wall post from a colleague, a humor writer. She would follow me and I could follow her. Or, actually, her cat. She had joined to help promote her newest book and "Lucy" is the one doing the twittering. Or, maybe they call it tweeting. I'm not sure yet. She said that Lucy is convinced that Twitter is some sort of bird-of-the-month club. For all I know, Lucy is right.
Maybe Dena is onto something. Maybe I should just turn the Twitter account over to my cat. Aimee probably has a lot to say. But at the moment she's napping. No doubt dreaming of The Great American Novel that she plans to write.
Causes Darlene Arden Supports
The Marcia Polimer Abrams Fund for Canine Behavior Studies at the AKC Canine Health Foundation