I don’t know what got in my head, but I signed up for this thing a few months ago. I have done nothing to try and get people to follow me on it; still a few people have found me. I have 13 or 14 people hanging on my every word. I think about half of them are porn stars. What this means, I have no idea.
Actually, I’ve only done a few tweets and I doubt if I’ll do anymore. I can’t be all that witty being confined to a sentence or two. Neither can most people. Steve Martin can. So can Gary Shandling. Alec Baldwin needs to give it a rest.
I’m following 57 people right now. I don’t consider it a good time. Following isn’t all that interesting to me.
I thought about following comic Whitney Cummings. I didn’t know who she was, so I watched a clip of her act on YouTube. After watching it, I decided I probably didn’t want to read any of her tweets.
There’s this accountant that I’m following. He likes to make little quotes of wisdom. He makes about 20 of them a day. They are really bad. Apparently he has no idea he’s making himself look foolish.
Forgetting about the accountant for a minute, it seems most people on Twitter who get a lot of followers are “Stars.” I’m not one to follow these people so that’s part of the reason why Twitter doesn’t work for me.
Just so you know, I won’t be linking this blog post on Twitter. I don’t think those porn stars would be interested anyway.
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