Paul and Storm

Being doughy middle-aged guys, we’re sometimes leery of the technology. Don’t know exactly when it happened, but it did; now, our first reaction to anything new tends to be to whine and bitch about how awesome our Atari 2600 and Intellivision games used to be.  But every once in a while, we like to dip our toes in the New Things Pool; usually, we wait until the New Stuff isn’t really new anymore, and it’s floated downstream into the Not New, But New to Us Lagoon.

Such is the case with Twitter. (Or, as the hip folks would call it, "The Twitter") Twitter is essentially a home for tiny blogs – limited, in fact, to 140 characters. When we first heard about it (as we often do about such things, via JoCo), we thought it was patently ridiculous. "So, wait," we said, "in addition to existing blogs, which already publish the unadulterated random musings of anyone and everyone who ever believed that their every single thought was not only important, but worthy of publication; but now there’s these little mini-blogs, for telling everyone that you’re currently eating ice cream, or watching "Numb3rs", or feeding your cat?"

"Yes," said Coulton. "And it’s awesome and addictive."

You know what? He’s kinda right. (Coulton always is right. He’s really annoying that way) So we’ve opened up our own Twitter account, to post the little thoughts/occurrences/etc. that aren’t quite substantial enough to merit their own blog posts. You can follow our twitter posts (we’re told they’re called "tweets," but…just, no) online, on your phone, whatever. We promise to try to keep the mundanity (is that a word?) to a minimum, if such a thing is possible on social-networking experiments such as these.

We’ll both be posting on the account, with the name [Paul] or [Storm] appearing to help you keep score. If there’s no name then it means it’s a glorious (if bite-sized) shared experience.