So I got a twitter account the other night. Took me a while to come around, mostly because the whole thing scared/scares me. And baffles me.
Well, no more! Afterall, I'm a dork, and I'm not afraid to use it.
So, the setup, right: bafflement/fear. I'd look at tweetings reposted on people's blogs--heaven forbid actually seeing twitter itself--and be overwhelmed by lotsa @'s and #'s everywhere.
So I ended up getting it, right? Still had no idea what I was doing. Yeah, I know, twitter's fairly simple. Type, tweet, joy.
Except those damn @'s and #'s and RT and #FF and other shit. Not one to be behind the pack, I did what any good dork would.
I googled it. Seriously. On my blackberry, at the laundromat.
And now--3 days later--I'm apparently some kind of burgeoning #twittermonster...? Yay!
Point is, this is the hardcore dork approach. Throw yourself at it, headfirst and giddy, and charge onward. And do your goddamned best.
Brave heart, Tegan.
Well, no more! Afterall, I'm a dork, and I'm not afraid to use it.
So, the setup, right: bafflement/fear. I'd look at tweetings reposted on people's blogs--heaven forbid actually seeing twitter itself--and be overwhelmed by lotsa @'s and #'s everywhere.
So I ended up getting it, right? Still had no idea what I was doing. Yeah, I know, twitter's fairly simple. Type, tweet, joy.
Except those damn @'s and #'s and RT and #FF and other shit. Not one to be behind the pack, I did what any good dork would.
I googled it. Seriously. On my blackberry, at the laundromat.
And now--3 days later--I'm apparently some kind of burgeoning #twittermonster...? Yay!
Point is, this is the hardcore dork approach. Throw yourself at it, headfirst and giddy, and charge onward. And do your goddamned best.
Brave heart, Tegan.
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