So I dived into the Twittersphere today. I tweeted? I twote?
I can't make it work. Not at all. I mean, I get the rough idea, that I write inane things about my life in exchange for inane information about your life, and we feel like we know what's going on in each other's lives and blogs. I get that.
But how do you find who to follow? Why do you want to follow 587 different peoples' lives? Do you really want to know what's going on in 587 lives?
I want to be New Media, folks. I promise. I love blogging, I love that you're all out there, and that I can write the silly things I've always written but that now I can do it, publish it, and make all nine of you laugh. I like Facebook, in fact I'm a little bit obsessed, but I've always joked that Facebook is like the old person's Twitter - there's only so much in my life that's worth updating the world about.
I guess I'm just a Luddite at heart. Me and my fountain pens, my aerogrammes, and my compulsive collection of fine stationery products.
So guess what I did, my first night on Twitter? I played with ink colors, and background 'paper' and fonts. You can take the girl out of the stationery shop, but you can't take the stationery obsession out of the girl.