It’s only been a week or so. I like John Hodgman, Ana Marie Cox, and Neil Gaiman. I love to hear them talk and say witty things. But not that often. And not that truncated.
What is Twitter? Read this. Written by somebody who still likes it.
Tweets often degenerate into nearly incomprehensible piles of consonants to make the 140 character limit. It’s like reading vanity license plates sometimes, trying to figure out what’s being said.
Things get very snarky on Twitter very quickly. I thought I liked that, but a service which delivers nothing but snark 24/7 gets old. Sometimes, I have to have some substance. I find myself wondering what these people, many of whom I like and respect, could create if they weren’t spending all that time making incomprehensible tweets.