Your history with tweet

HolyMoly wrote: The Dark Elf wrote: The words "Twitter" and "Tweet" sound annoying. There are far too many real-life things to be annoyed about, so I ignore artificial annoyances. Very true.  The name alone puts me off.  It's almost insulting to have such concepts interrupt my professional life.  (Yes, it's not just used for fun anymore).

I remember Ian Anderson made a joke about the word "tweeting" once: "What is it that they do? ... Oh! ... They tweet! ...They tweet. Sounds like an old man tweeting to another old man."

This is a bit funny to me. You guys do realize you're just marginalizing yourselves by avoiding the progress of social media, right? Everybody and their grandma has a Facebook account now, and with anything that has such a broad and diverse userbase, it has now become mostly sh*t. At least with Twitter there isn't a stigma to deleting and avoiding the hell out of people who annoy you. And I'm definitely not a Twitter fanatic. I have like 20ish tweets, almost all in legible English. It's really not a bit deal.

ter is a throwback to those times of limited bandwidth, storage capacity and data-rates, yet manages to convey less information hence my “Ho

Dean wrote: akamaisondufromage wrote: I am indeed a twitterer and I resent that!   I think its fun and interesting.  I follow sports and news on Twitter and I often find amusing stuff there.  I sense a certain snobbism around these parts - but each to their own.  Snobbism?   How quaint.

I agree I was being flippant and snobby, and I regret it.

I am indeed a twitterer and I resent that!   I think its fun and interesting.  I follow sports and news on Twitter and I often find amusing stuff there.  I sense a certain snobbism around these parts - but each to their own. 

Still, seems infinitely more substantial and meaningful than the art of tweeting.

So you are basically living life like a real pro now? If so, could you teach me to tie my shoe laces in a more efficient way then?

Geraldine Granger: So, what do you call a budgie that's been run over by a lawnmower?
Alice Tinker: I don't know; what *do* you call a budgie that's been run over by a lawnmower?
Geraldine Granger: Shredded tweet.
Alice Tinker: So the budgie's dead, then?
Geraldine Granger: Yes, I should think so.
[laughing]
Geraldine Granger: It's shredded tweet.
Alice Tinker: Poor little thing. It didn't even see the lawnmower coming. How could it know that death was just round the corner?
Geraldine Granger: Alice, look, I'm not going to tell you these jokes any more if you're going to keep on responding like this. It's not a real budgie, OK? It's not a real lawnmower; it's just a joke.
Alice Tinker: So the budgie's not dead?
Geraldine Granger: No, it never got born.
Alice Tinker: Never got born?
Geraldine Granger: No.
Alice Tinker: Poor little thing. Oh, so much beauty. So much potential; it never got born. Never saw the light of the sun, or felt the gentle rustling of the breeze through its feathers. Never went "tweekle, tweekle, tweekle, give me my Cottle Fizz."
Geraldine Granger: Get out now. Go on, get out!

I don't even know what tweeting is. And I don't care. And I don't feel the need to know what that is. I share stuff with my relatives on Facebook ... because some damn muppet told me to.

Edited by Dayvenkirq - January 13 2013 at 05:38