Break a Leg

I'm sick. Dammit. The upside is that this is likely my shortest blog posting here, ever.

I was going to discuss internet... stuff this week, the good and the bad, and the just plain retarded. In mulling over what I'd talk about and what I'd say about it, I kept coming back to one simply asinine concept in particular: Twitter.

Don't get me wrong, there are stupider things out there on the internet, but I think Twitter and its ilk represent the bottom of an empty septic tank that hasn't been cleaned in decades. Check out the Twitter box on my personal blog and you'll see.

Twitter is one of those things that is a solution in search of a problem. Maybe it's just that I was raised in a different time, but I simply do not remember sitting around the house on a weekend thinking "I really wish everybody in the entire world knew what I was thinking right now."

I got a Twitter account mostly to see what all the fuss was about. I didn't think I could possibly care less what people were doing or thinking that weren't within my line of sight. Turns out I was wrong: I did care less. Much less. Actually knowing what's on someone else's mind does nothing but lower my level of interest.

There are alternatives however! If Twitter's nonsensical voluntary waiving of your right to privacy doesn't get you going, check out these other sites.

Oh, and I found these sites on Twitter. Thanks Nick!

Pheltup: The first social network that not only tells you WHO is doing WHAT; but also WHY.

Plurk: Plurk is a social journal that let's you publish, share your thoughts, emo-ness, "!%#%"#" and loves.

Okay, so I don't even understand the sentence structure of Plurk, or what exactly I'm expected to do there. Pay a visit to the site too, it makes it even more confusing. There's some existentialist comic illustrating... fuck all.

Pheltup at least has proper grammar, and I think I understand what they have in mind. I just don't understand why I'm supposed to care. I also find it wildly amusing that it's a private beta, as if people are clamoring at the gates to tell everybody WHY they are doing whatever the hell they are doing.

Can't I just do that on Twitter anyway by, you know, typing why I'm doing something?

I get crabby when I'm sick, so I'm sorry if someone here is a Twitter fanatic and just can't understand why I'm attacking your best friend. I still use the stupid thing, so I'm just a grouchy hypocrite with a sore throat.

Damn that trailer is hot, isn't it?