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Everyone!
Since I wasn't feeling quite enough attention focused firmly on me, I opened a Twitter account.
You can follow me (PrettyGeeky) through whatever you currently use to track tweets or from the handy gadget on the sidebar.
The issue I've found is that I already seem to completely spill everything in the form of a blog post, so I'm still trying to figure out exactly where Twitter falls in the scheme of my eternal information distribution network.
I have not, to date, installed an application on my phone for mobile tweeting, but I think it is only a matter of time before that happens.
I've embraced Facebook, I participate in a number of internet forums, and I Tweet and blog for one simple reason:
Pr3++yG33kyTh1ng Worldwide Amalgamated Aspartame Disposal and Panic Surfing LLC is a fully-transparent enterprise.
I never want the American people to question where our Federal corporate bail out funds are being applied.
The trip to Disney is a fact-finding mission, internet.
Quality blog posts cannot be churned out reliably from last year's Macbook Pro. That is an established fact.
My many herbal supplements serve to keep my brain actively producing the ideas which fuel the dreams of the readers. And also keep my prostrate healthy. But those are separate pills and I fully intend to break that out on the spreadsheet I am putting together on the advice of council.
I need not detail the amount of Federal money we spent on facial cleansers, exfoliation treatments, and gels made from the butter of endangered mammals which keeps my skin supple and radiant. This is an expectation my readers have, and I will not let them down.
Especially in these trying economic times when the rosy glow of my complexion may very well serve as the only light of hope for so many.
I bear that burden willingly in my baby-soft hands, internet.
Anyway, if you are the type to follow people on Twitter, feel free to follow me. Apparently it is not stalking at all, legally speaking.
I will, in turn, Tweet as often as I find it interesting.
Thank you again for the tax dollars keeping us afloat in sweet, sweet cash. You know. For the good of the nation or whatever.