Down With A Sickness

Well, I think I’m getting a cold. I knew it! I knew I shouldn’t be among these diseased children. Curse them all! Anyway, I guess I’m lucky in that I have time to sleep tonight. Hopefully that will help.

In other news, it appears that the program we used to put my Twitter posts onto the site went and changed. Doesn’t seem to work anymore. It was a nice idea while it lasted.

So now I’m gonna lay down. Rest my eyes. That sort of thing.

Twit Is Still An Insult!

I am now on the Twitter. Who would have thought that this could have ever occurred? How many people bothered to think about it at all? Apart from me, probably not many. I guess a lot has changed since 2009. I still don’t have one of those mobile devices that let’s one do the Internet from wherever they want, but I’ve softened on the idea that I can’t fit my thoughts into small chunks. I’m totally going to start cutting my thoughts into bite-size chunks now forever.

You can totally see my first post directly under this one. Why is that? That is because Marq, my near-silent partner in this whole website endeavour, has set things up so anything I post on Twitter still ends up here, on the site where I obsessively collect everything I do! Hooray! Thanks, Marq!

So the moral of this story is, things barely change for people reading the site, but I’m also out on other sites. Kinda neat.

Twit Is An Insult! Hooray!

I am not on the Twitter. I would say my most concerning issue with it is the limit on characters. Not often can my thoughts be summed up in less than two hundred characters. This is because my thoughts are complex and manly.

I have pondered such ideas as getting a Twitter account and saying nothing beyond “I’m on Twitter” once a day, or just using it as a link to posts on this here site, but even those are too much work for me to actually bother, it seems. But it has recently occurred to me that Twitter does have a distinct advantage: Instant posting. If I had one of those mobile devices that everyone has I would be able to put up my Twitter-thoughts as soon as I have them. Never would I forget what I was going to say before I got to a computer that would allow me to get to my website.

All of this discussion is because when I got home from work last night I had some idea in my head that I was sure would be an awesome post and when I woke up I had forgotten it. So you get this instead. Complex and manly.