Cracker by Damian Christie

That's all I have to say today: I heart Aotearoa, and Twitter is a waste of time

I just realised what Twitter reminds me of. Dana Gould, lately of The Simpsons producing fame but at the time I saw him a fledgling stand-up comedian in Edinburgh, had this bit about people who conduct animated discussions with themselves on the street. And he opined: what if they were actually all wired together? We think they're mad, but maybe the're not. Maybe there's this guy in New York yelling "50 dollars? You paid 50 dollars for that jacket?!" and at the same time there's another one in Chicago saying "Yes, but feel the fabric, this is quality stuff!"

That's Twitter. And in fact if you follow a single stream, it does have a certain raving lunacy to it.

(Not that there's anything wrong with that, either.)

The only thing less interesting than twitter is people talking about how uninteresting they find twitter.

Sounds like you had a mint Easter though. Nice.

For me, I like the bridge over the toll road. It seems rather extravagant but probably is very worthy.

That probably sounded more snarky than I meant. Sorry!

I like the Tim Minchin thing, although I thought another one, 'If you really loved me' was funnier. Esp. the bit about 'Islam...Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy...and Bob the F***ing Builder'.

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That probably sounded more snarky than I meant. Sorry!

Kinda sorta but not really :) I agree anyway, it's not particularly interesting, but I thought it was relevant after the last blog to point out that having signed up, I didn't become a convert. And I tend to find most of the people complaining (as with most things, those who write and complain about movies, TV shows, party pills, legalised prostitution etc) have never actually tried it.

De-munged Minchin (nsfw after about the first 75 seconds, banal beforehand):

Twitter is a waste of time – I love you Dubber, but I don’t care what’s happening at your conference – and I never, ever, ever will care if anyone I know (other than someone who is driving a vehicle I’m in at the time) is feeling sleepy and thinking of heading to bed.

All this tells me is you're following the wrong people on Twitter.

Seriously, if Dubber's conference tweets and your sleepy pals are sending you into a coma, unfollow them. (It's OK - you can still be friends IRL).

Then find someone to follow on Twitter who sets your soul on fire.

You make your own Twitter experience. If yours was really really boring, it's because you've made it that boring all by yourself.

They got Robyn. She used to be so alive, so iconoclastic. Now she talks about making your own Twitter experience.

Where will this madness take us?

Can I just say that talking/writing about "we" without saying who the other person/s is/are should only be done by the Queen.

I get this at my numerous workplaces all the time. Sometimes I like to imagine the other person the "we" user is alluding to is their imaginary friend, or an octopus, or something equally odd.

All this tells me is you're following the wrong people on Twitter.

Or, possibly, you and I have different ideas of what's boring...

@Richard - Tricky one that. Didnt want to give the impression that I was up north taking long walks along the beach by myself (while twittering about it perhaps), on the other hand, in seven years I've never talked about my relationships on the blog. Would be fair to assume it's my girlfriend though.

I think some people are just not cut for that type of micro-communication. Nadine Gordimer sets my soul on fire, but I'm buggered if I'd want to hear from her four times a day on Twitter.

They got Robyn. She used to be so alive, so iconoclastic. Now she talks about making your own Twitter experience.

Twitter is a tool with which I fight teh powerz.

I feel a haiku coming on.

A nervous young fellow named Seamus
said, "Oh Lord! I never wanted to be famous!
But the tweet on my Twittie
about my lol kitty
was Favrd. Oh man, wot a lame-arse :-("

Wait, that was a limerick. FAIL.

Wait, that was a limerick. FAIL.

It was 163 characters, more to the point. Can I just reiterate my love of your Twitter Ate my 2008 post? It was worth coming up with the all wretched thing all by itself.

Damian, if you had a curious feeling you were being watched over the weekend it could be that I have a large telescope mounted Here
It is, indeed, a lovely spot. The Fantails were twittering all weekend. didn't bother me in the slightest.

The Fantails were twittering all weekend.

@fantail Just laid an egg.

@fantail Flew around a bit.

@fantail Did a poo on a tourist's head. lol.

Actually, Our Sarah from Petone seems to have the whole 140 characters thing down to an artform. Which shouldn't surprise me, because she's pretty awesome when it comes to the written language. Still could live without it though...

I've met some very nice people through twitter, with whom I have no other intersection or communication. And even made good business contacts that weren't the usual blog-driven yucky stuff.

And although the honeymoon is over I'm still there and working hard at being more interesting than my coffee consumption. Despite its rep for truncated meaninglessness it can be a pretty nice place if you spend time pulling out the weeds and watering the flowers.

You do find yourself talking about it a lot though. Its a threadjacker offline too, and its awesome power lies its in ability to inspire people to form an opinion about you, and it, within moments of its mention.

And it makes posting a comment feel luxurious in length.

Twitter, meh.

On the more interesting part of your post, I was at Bowentown for the long weekend, and also noticed many, many pre-filleted snappers washing up (around my ankles whilst I was surfcasting) and making the seagulls happy (and the surfcasters unhappy, all I caught was crabs <tapes 'kick me' sign to back.)