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Bugger. I was really hoping I would hate Twitter and that my initial resistance would be entirely vindicated After all, what’s the point of sending short messages (tweets) to an odd selection of people and being able to find out that they’ve just blown their nose? Well, it’s rather compulsive, as it happens. For folk like me who work from home it means that I can at least experience some social interaction during the day, albeit virtual. During bad spells I have actually been known to engage Jehovah’s Witnesses in conversation on the doorstep. The benefit of Twitter over real colleagues is that you can simply close your browser to get rid of them. I once read an article suggesting that teleworkers who were lonely should find a dozen people they didn’t like very much and invite them to mill around their lounge making stupid statements. Just like being in the office, but in the comfort of your own home.
Although I did initially use Twitter for such mind-blowing announcements as “oops, I think I’ve just shrunk my partner’s cardy”, I’m now actual finding practical reasons, such as asking other users to test web pages or to recommend a plumber. There’s no stopping me now I’ve discovered the delights of Twitterfeed, which allows you to automatically post links to you blog entries. For the über-geeky, there’s also the standalone Tweetdeck which manages all your tweets and makes the screen appear as though you’re doing something Very Important.
I’m now going to press ‘Publish’, purely for the pleasure of seeing this post appear on my Tweetdeck. Perhaps I ought to get a proper job.
