Last night I set up a Twitter account.
You can check it out in all its glory on the right hand side of the page. There should be some sort of “Tweet Tweet” nonsense I wrote and then some tweets posted and then a little place to follow me.
It took me an hour and a half.
An hour and a half. No joke. I’m in my 20’s. There’s absolutely no excuse for that.
I remember back in elementary school when I got to go to the computer lab and play Oregon Trail. That was some awesome stuff. It was cutting edge – right at the tip of the tech-savvy iceburg. Along with perforated printer paper, making celebration banners, and going to chat rooms.
That was back before they were all dirty.
I remember learning all the different territories in Canada and meeting someone from Canada in a chat room and being SO STOKED that I could tell them I knew all about their country. I had an early hotmail account and then one of the early gmail accounts when hotmail wasn’t cool anymore. MySpace, Blogger, blah blah blah. I remember when my college finally got Facebook (back when my parents couldn’t join) and explaining it to other people on campus so that they’d get on and see how awesome it was. If it was on the magical Interwebz and it was trendy, I mastered it.
But then Twitter showed up.
I didn’t really get Twitter. It’s really just a bastardized version of the Facebook news feed and I didn’t see the appeal. I logged on back when it was blowing up the world and I remember creating my account and immediately dismissing it. What was the point of just reading 140 characters or less about all of these people when I could just go to Facebook and do the same thing but also have access to pics, links, notes, info, and social groups?
But alas, my blog is growing (hallelujah, amen for people who like to read dribble) and apparently I need to Twitterize myself to be more accessible. So last night I moseyed on over to greet it again. I sheepishly apologized for dismissing it the first time around and pretended to not still carry disdain as I set myself up with a few modest accounts to follow, a pic, a bio, and my first Tweet.
It took me a hell of a long time.
What if this is just the beginning? What if I start to lose touch with all the new, trendy, young kid things? I don’t mean Bieber and Gaga, I mean actual catalysts for change in society. I can’t tell you how many articles I had to read in order to understand what a meme is. Now I know and I feel like an idiot. I had to read articles to understand what a meme is?! And when I first decided to fire up a WordPress blog, I can’t even tell you how much I had to read and click and search to put together something half decent. I’m still pretty annoyed that I’m using a cookie cutter theme, but I’m just too old and dumb to figure out a snazzier alternative right now. Could this be the beginning of me closing myself off to new experiences in technology and rattling off about the good old days when music wasn’t invisible and we actually had to buy cassettes?
Yes, I am aware that readers of this blog can go back further than that. Kudos to you, my friends, for being able to remember albums and managing to follow a blog.
I can only hope I’m as successful as you. ♣
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