Tags: twitter

piranha - tundra red.

This is why I'm so antisocial after work.

A shitty DJ is hacking up the worst of pop music with preteen girls singing along off-key.  I have the worst headache of my life.  #makeitstop
-- me on twitter, earlier today



Who hires a DJ to entertain six girls, aged around 8-10?  What a waste of money.  But it was the kid's birthday, so maybe this was the one thing she wanted.  A DJ.  I don't know.

Being 8-10, this child has no taste of music.  So I spent an entire afternoon being treated to blasts of songs like "Tick Tock", "Sexy and I Know It", and "Blurred Lines".  Call me old-fashioned, but none of those songs are appropriate for that age group.  They're also terrible songs, with bad lyrics and weak beats that gained popularity solely through the power of a catchy hook.  It makes me cringe.  The DJ makes it worst by cranking his sound system up to 11, and hacking the songs up into little pieces that don't mix into each other well at all.  I mean, unless they were playing musical chairs I can't imagine any reason why cutting a song off abruptly and then starting a new tune halfway through the song would be a good idea.  They were not playing musical chairs.  Also, children can't sing and I wish they'd stop trying.

Of course, this party ran long so I didn't get away from work until half an hour after my shift ends.  Half an hour before the Clubhouse closed, I spoke to the homeowner and told him he had to be out on time.  He starts reeling some bullshit about how my boss told him he could stay an hour after to clean up.  Um, no.  You aren't paying to use this Clubhouse, so you get out at closing.  He dawdles and dilly-daillies and doesn't tell his DJ to turn off the music because he's certain it'll only take five minutes to clean up.  I should have gone straight to the DJ and shut him down right then and there, but curse my soft heart, I didn't want to ruin the kid's birthday.  So in the end, I had to stand around waiting for the DJ to get his gear packed up, listening to the parents of the birthday girl whine that they didn't know we close at five when it's on the contract that they signed.  It's not my fault they don't read what they put their signatures on.

I told my boss she ought ot charge the residents for my overtime, but she won't, and next time they have a party they will do this all over again.  
piranha - crazy eyes

In which I get schooled on Twitter by a guy twice my age

Today, my second shift, I worked with Book Sage again.

We were talking about book blogging and the different tools available, and somehow the topic wandered over to Twitter.  I think he wanted me to send him a link to my blog via Twitter's messaging system.  Anyway, he happened to see my stats and seemed puzzled.

Book Sage: That's interesting.
Me: What?
Book Sage: You've got many more tweets than I do, but you have so few followers.
Me: Oh?

Granted, I have less than fifty followers, but how many does this guy have?  He shows me on his phone that he has over one thousand followers.  My jaw drops, because Book Sage is old enough to be my father (in fact, he has a daughter my age) and how is he so much better at the Internets than me?

Book Sage: I wonder why this is.
Me: Well, I don't actually use Twitter that much.  Most of my tweets are automated posts from other sites like Instagram.
Book Sage: Ah, I see.  I write all of my tweets by hand!

Does that make the difference?  I don't know.  It's worth noting that none of this conversation was mean-spirited; he wasn't making fun of me for not having a better "brand" on Twitter.  Book Sage was just genuinely puzzled and curious about the discrepancy of numbers.  Still, it did make me feel more motivated to be more proactive in using Twitter as a tool in my online arsenal.

Ugh, I sorta hate myself for saying that.  I still heartily dislike Twitter and tweeting.  But I'm slowly being forced to recognize that it has certain uses that make it increasingly necessary to building a reputation online.
piranha - digi-vision.

Twits in the digital age!

Today:

Seanie (in other room): ARGH!!!
Me (run in to see what's going on): What?
Seanie: YOU NEVER HAVE REAL TWEETS!!!
Me: Huh?
He holds up his phone, which has just alerted him that I have posted a new tweet - an automated one that goes out whenever I update GetGlue.
Me: What's a 'real' tweet?
Seanie: You know! One that isn't done by a machine!
Me: Oh. But I do all my talking on my blog!
piranha - not a parrot.

Yes, I am very sorry to announce that I have a Twitter account.

http://twitter.com/dear_internets

Yeah, I broke down and got a twitter account.
Here's what happened:
Every once in a while, something will happen. Usually, it's Seanie saying something dumb, or some ridiculous brainfart of an idea that needs to be shared. I'll turn to Seanie and say "Dear Internet, OMG!!! Cookie Monster could *so* take that weird two-headed monster muppet in a fight! k thx bai" But since it's rarely something I could really write a whole LJ entry about, the thought gets lost.

Seanie's long thought I should take these 'Dear Internet' moments and do something with them, so a couple of days ago his friend Alexis got the twitter account 'dear_internets' for me. (dear_internet was taken, naturally.) Seanie then set things up so that when 'Dear Internet' moment strikes, all I have to do is whip out my cell phone and send a text message and BAM! Love letter to the Internet SENT.

So now I have a Twitter account, and a little piece of me died inside.
piranha - fresh faced youth.

How I feel about Twitter

Seriously. Thanks, boyfriend, for finding this for me.




I think part of my problem w/ Twitter is that a lot of folks who used to use on-line journals like Livejournal to post coherent, thoughtful entries about their lives and the world around them now reduce all their writing to 140 words or less. There's no depth or real thought in it. Just a lot of trivial chatter.

Bleaargh.

Don't get me wrong, Livejournal's really gone down the crapper the past few years but Twitter is not a good replacement.