Sorry.
I thought I’d take a moment to tell you why Twitter is cool. If you’re over the age of thirty, chances are that you don’t know what it is, or why anyone cares about it. I admit, for the longest the only thing I knew about it was that Ashton Kutcher and Kim Kardashian used it a lot. That’s not exactly a reason to care.
First, what is Twitter? If you’re familiar with Facebook, it’s basically a status update. You get 140 characters to relay information. Okay, big deal. Well, let’s say your college age daughter uses Twitter faithfully. You could go to her “page” and read her updates. Hopefully they’d say something like, “Just aced my calculus exam, Starbucks 2 celebrate!” You could read her page OR you could “follow” her which basically means every time she posted something it would email it to you to save you the frantic checking. Don’t lie, you so WOULD.
Still, other than fulfilling the teen stalking urge, what’s the big deal? WELL, you can use Twitter via your phone. So instead of logging into the computer, you can just text a message that will automatically update on your page. This is COOL. Did you happen to see the riots going on in Iran after the election? The government shut down the internet and kicked journalists out of the country, but they couldn’t stop the people from texting their messages to Twitter. People were able to get the info by following them and passing it on to the WORLD!
Now for the really awesome part – I might not be able to call from India (hello, 1.99 a minute) or email/blog but I can send a text, which will go to my Twitter page, which will update automatically on this BLOG and you can keep up with every exciting detail of my trip! I KNOW!
Ashton Kutcher drinking a latte in LA= uncool. Me sweating in India= riveting.
Just thought you’d be happy to know you won’t be Zolliless while I’m away.
You’re welcome.
Can you keep you phone charged there? I don’t think their electricity is the same as ours if they have electricity. If they do your twit will be mama I am sick, hungry, tired, cold, I miss Rachel.
Aloha from sunny Hardy’s Chapel;
This is yore relative, yore first kusin to be pacific. i been reedin yore missives here, and also thoes ritten by yore bruther E. good tymes.
so – did you no that we’uns all got us a plak put up in zollie-coffer? tells all about them dern yankees and their attempt to invade the glorious South. it’s rite across the rode from yore deddy’s place, just down from the gen’ral store.
i am so glad i got me a collage ejucation. stoopid people make me mad.
signed,
cousin b.c.
Whoo Hoo! I’ll have to take a picture next time I’m in town. And you are awesome, so start you’re on darn blog!