Now I’ve thrown my hat into the proverbial ring and jumped on the hip cyberspace ‘bandwaggonesque’ craze that is Twitter, I’m wondering if I’ll have any time leftover for my other internet based pastimes.
It shouldn’t make too much difference as the beauty of the concept is that it’s a ‘micro-blog’ so you don’t need to dedicate much time to it, a couple of lines will suffice.
I had pledged that I wouldn’t indulge myself on what I had originally supposed to be a folly of a website, but alas, I couldn’t resist the temptation. There are certainly a lot of celebrities on there and a few of them seem to cough up quite a few lines per day.
That’s nothing to snort at considering they shouldn’t have much time to kill between filming, writing lyrics and scoring goals.
One gets the feeling that there is a ‘groupie’ undercurrent to the whole masquerade with thousands of fans eagerly awaiting the latest tit-bits from their heroes and heroines.
So I’ve got an idea to make more money.. set up a rival site called ‘Stalker’ where you select people to follow without them knowing , send them anonymous messages and design your own ‘basement vigil’ page with candles, photos and snapshots your victims’ underwear and so on.
So it looks like I’ll have to kick Facebook into touch, just don’t get the buzz anymore.. we’re out of love. Anyhow now I’ve found all my friends, played a few games and quizzes I’m bored of it. I find where it falls down is failing to offer sufficient creative avenues to get the juices flowing.
A final note – there are no pics or photos on my blog here – and there never will be. They’re not necessary when I am able to paint them with a thousand words instead…