I am clearly not a Twitter sort of guy, and as blogs go increasingly out-of-fashion, I'll have to find something. But if I did have an account, this would be my first tweet:
Bought Sam Adams Latitude 48 IPA for the name. Too busy reading blogs to notice taste. Solution: have another.
Update - Tweet #2:
Pretty good. More like an English bitters than most IPA's.
All those twitterers reminded me of "Twit-Willow", from Gilbert & Sullivan’s The Mikado.
On a tree by a river a little tom-TWIT Sang "Willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow" And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit Singing 'Willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow'" "Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried "Or a rather tough worm in your little inside" With a shake of his poor little head, he replied "Oh, willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow!"
He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough Singing "Willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow" And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow Oh, willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow He sobbed and he sighed, and a gurgle he gave Then he plunged himself into the billowy wave And an echo arose from the suicide's grave "Oh, willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow"
Now I feel just as sure as I'm sure that my name Isn't Willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow That 'twas blighted affection that made him exclaim "Oh, willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow" And if you remain callous and obdurate, I Shall perish as he did, and you will know why Though I probably shall not exclaim as I die "Oh, willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow."
W.S. Gilbert was a prophet before his time, albeit an unintentional one. [Yes, I know the real song.]
Good old Kelsey Grammar. Not only a good actor and comedian, but also a Pub and brings G&S to a larger audience. [Note to Katie Couric: that sounds better than “the great unwashed.”]
7 comments:
Perhaps once you adjusted to it, you'd enjoy Twitter. It's a medium that rewards pithiness.
My word verification is "deify."
That could be a great campaign slogan or maybe a Ph.D. thesis topic, "What America needs is more pithiness."
All those twitterers reminded me of "Twit-Willow", from Gilbert & Sullivan’s The Mikado.
On a tree by a river a little tom-TWIT
Sang "Willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow"
And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit
Singing 'Willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow'"
"Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried
"Or a rather tough worm in your little inside"
With a shake of his poor little head, he replied
"Oh, willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow!"
He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough
Singing "Willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow"
And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow
Oh, willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow
He sobbed and he sighed, and a gurgle he gave
Then he plunged himself into the billowy wave
And an echo arose from the suicide's grave
"Oh, willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow"
Now I feel just as sure as I'm sure that my name
Isn't Willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow
That 'twas blighted affection that made him exclaim
"Oh, willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow"
And if you remain callous and obdurate, I
Shall perish as he did, and you will know why
Though I probably shall not exclaim as I die
"Oh, willow, TWITwillow, TWITwillow."
W.S. Gilbert was a prophet before his time, albeit an unintentional one. [Yes, I know the real song.]
Good old Kelsey Grammar. Not only a good actor and comedian, but also a Pub and brings G&S to a larger audience. [Note to Katie Couric: that sounds better than “the great unwashed.”]
4th tweet- "got coffee"
5th tweet "had a cigarette"
6th tweet- "got coffee"
7th tweet "had a cigarette"
8th tweet- "got coffee"
9th tweet "had a cigarette"
10th tweet "driving home"
11th tweet "took a nap"
I still maintain you should take up Twitter just for that purpose.
I would never insult an audience with tweets like that. This is show biz, baby.
The 140 character limit would likely be good for me.
I'm too verbose for Twitter. Even my comments are usually longer than most tweets.
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