All of this tweeting or twittering even made it into the New York Times this weekend with sample tweets. My favorite one asked a question like "Why does my Christmas tree end up on the curb after an eggnog fueled rampage?" I'm paraphrasing, but I distinctly remember the phrase "eggnog fueled rampage." I'd like to have one of those. I'll invite you over to watch if I do.
Back to my original point, here are some things that tweeters or twitter-ers, should not tweet or twitter...
- "Intestinal disruption caused by week old rotting clams can be easily avoided by not eating week old rotting clams."
- "I want a divorce!" (Don't you think someone has done this? I had a friend of a friend who had her boyfriend break up with her by fax. So rude.)
- "You have a booger in your right nostril, Karl." Poor Karl.
- "Anyone have a spare kidney?"
- "My porch is overrun by woodchucks."
- "I have extra guano, anyone want some?"
- "I'm on my way to therapy for my pyromania! Sorry about the kitchen table, Mom!"
- "My children are currently in the company of gypsies."
At the end of the day, I'm too boring to twitter. Is anyone really that interesting to give updates every two hours?