Digital Drifting – that’s what D. calls a few hours with Twitter. He's right. My mind boggles and I get seasick, as I float atop TweetDeck, riding the Black Sea of undulating screen refreshes.
In only one day – yesterday -- I missed my meet-up at hub pages, skipped #assnchat again, failed to sign into my signed-up for Webinar, and even was reminded that I’d forgotten Slideshare exists! That was in the morning ..
My afternoon nosedived when I found out about Geoff Livingston’s anti-fan page. My God, woman! Geoff posted his anti-fan page in March! I’m hopelessly behind and Twitter demonstrates it to me every moment I'm on watch, scanning the horizon from my TweetDeck.
It’s not that I haven’t tried. I've been judicious (even snooty) about who I follow. I’ve even created a special group of “hot bloggers” (now narrowed to just two big names, plus friends who get hurt faces if I miss their tweets). Side note: You non-VIPs are more interesting than the Big Tweets who lunch daily with OIP (other important people).
Why do I keep shoveling the TwitS***? Because, for one thing, I am plagued with a curiosity that knows no bounds, that scrambles out of control, that runs amok when I go on Deck. And, second, I refuse to let go of this experiment to see how long a formerly sane person can tread Twitter.
Throw me a lifeline, would ya?
-- scrubbed by Marketing Brillo