Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 3:45 pm
Does Twitter only allow you to put in small sentences then? I haven't really visited there, so don't know. I have a blog but can ramble on for pages or just a few words.
All Things Wordly
pengwenn wrote:Well, I wouldn't want all my dating experience to be "speed dating" nor do I want all my communication to be "tweets".
TheMudge wrote:charlesp wrote:Twitter is, like many things, a tool, a means, not an end.
But, as your article points out, most tweets are something inane like "I'm waiting." Which to me translates to something like "I am so bored with myself that I cannot go 3 minutes without having to pretend to do something that I can feel is relevant ... if I don't I might cease to exist."
It's the DMV folks: NOT waiting is a sign of the antichrist. Take a sodding book, fer cryin' out loud. Meditate (yes, it can be done). Do jumping jacks. Start a bloody CONVERSATION with someone sitting NEXT to you, instead of wasting your time flipping off the anonymous world with your pointless mewling.
charlesp wrote: your contention that "more" = "better".
Don't tweet about a man crying. Write a tweet that will make a man cry.
Lowered my spontaneous jewelry buying budget by nearly 100%. #brightersideofdivorce
Our last weekend living under the same roof. Coincidentally, Mother's Day weekend.
Love will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no love.
Tears on the playground. The only balloon in the world has popped.
Changing the bank account that pays my monthly gym membership fee. Marital dissolution is one small detail after another.
There's a dent on my finger where a ring used to be. Also, I finally understand country music.
Being single again feels dangerous. But not as dangerous as I'd like.
Today, after a kiddie party and school fair, we'll introduce Ava to her new primary home with her mom, 4 blocks from our current apartment.
If all divorces were as mutually supportive and (strange to say) loving as this one's shaping up to be, there'd be far less pain in world
I'll love my baby's mother as a friend when I no longer love her as a wife.
Half of parenting is discouraging the bad attitudes your kid gets from you (and of which you secretly approve).
Chilling in Carrie's new apartment. Everybody is fine.
As of today, my wife and daughter live separately from me. No trauma. Kissed daughter goodnight, walked home, walked dog, doing laundry.
Kid woke crying 3AM. Took an hour to calm her back to sleep. Now she's on school playground telling kids she wants to go home. Divorce blows
Minutes ago, pondering aloud what may come next in my life, I stepped barefoot into a pile of dogshit. Not a metaphor. God does schtick.
Daughter needs me. Taking rest of day off.
Blowing up balloons in the park. There is nothing more important I had to do today.
I am A-OK in my waking hours, but my heart breaks in my dreams.
I want to thank the great state of California for upholding the sanctity of my divorce.