Twitter in These titles mean nothing.

I’ve had a Twitter account for several years. I’ve never done much with it. It’s at the end of my bored what will I do on the internet line. It comes after:

• humans of new york
• 750 words
• facebook
• here
• lawyers guns and money
• the eagle cam - in season
• the selvedgeyard
• the lighthouse cams in eastern canada
• the place i go looking for company
• weather for my zipcode

So anyway, it was a long weekend, the last one, and I ended up at Twitter. I used the search and put in some names - John Updike for one, and John del Vecchio - and maybe some others that do not come readily to mind.

The Twitter searches lead me to some interesting prose and pictures and I even thought of a 140 character message to strew on the internet beach. So this morning in bed, getting ready to get up, I thought of a couple more pithy and mysterious things to put forth. And guess what? Twitter said no. Twitter took my words, of course it did. It is greedy like the rest of the net, but it told me they were not posted. They warned me in the delightful way Facebook has of locking up your endeavors.

Your Tweet has not been sent. Are you sure you wish to leave the page?

So to hell with Twitter. I came here and wrote a lot more than 140 characters. I’m not sure I said anything though. I’m never sure of that.