That's me! I'm trying to understand the fascination with Twitter. Needless to say, I'm not exactly in a twitter about it! I signed up about a year ago and cancelled my account within 24 hours. I just wasn't getting it. I'm still not. I signed up again last week because the Bloggy Boot Camp list on SITS consisted of the attendees and presenters with their Twitter names. I thought it might be an attendance requirement, so I signed up again with Twitter.
My "handle" is prety cool: In keeping with the theme, Wrestling With Retirement, I selected the name queen_o_the_mat. It made sense to me. Now you would think with such a unique name as mine, I would be the center of the nest, or whatever the hell you call it. It's like the lull before the storm when I'm on line....nothing......no tweets in my direction. I'm still not sure of the whole purpose of Twitter.
It seems that most of the "tweets" are kind of useless. Why I need to know someone just stopped at Starbucks to pick up a Latte is beyond me. It's not like they're picking one up for me, too. Wait, I don't even like Lattes or coffee! I don't text on my phone, I don't own a blackberry, so I guess I'm just out of it.
I feel like the mentally ill homeless person you see roaming the streets, talking to herself. I tweet, but no one is chirping back. So I tweet again; still no response. I tweet again...and then I realize I look desperate; pretty sad. I'm resigned to being a Twit Nitwit!
queen_o_the_mat, here. Twit-idiot, giving it up for the day!