Twitter is one of those internet-phenomena I've tried to stay clear from as long as possible. And there were a number of valid reasons for that. First off, I didn't think my boring-ass life would make for a very interesting read on a day-by-day (or, in the case of some Twitterers: minute-by-minute) basis.When I first learned about Twitter, back in 2007 I believe, I thought this was a fad that was going to die a quick and obscure death. Like the Macarena or flat-top haircuts. I mean, really, who would be interested in reading posts like:
"I'm off to the toilet. Had beans last night, so I guess I'll be on there for a while."
Secondly, this whole Twitter-thing revolves around following people and people following you. Nobody calls it this, but really it's all just a popularity contest. And I wasn't sure my fragile ego could handle not a single person in the twitterverse wanting to follow me. This would obviously end in me being overwrought with pain, grabbing the bottle, shooting heroin, prostituting myself, breaking into a nuclear power plant, getting infected, turning into a giant gelatinous monster, destroying Tokyo and getting killed.
Not a good prospect.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago - seemingly out of nowhere - I decided to give Twitter another chance. Sign up, post a few tweets, see where it goes. And you know what? I kind of like it. Not just because it feeds the exhibitionist in me, but because now I can follow tweets by people who are actually interesting, like Jon Favreau, Stephen Fry and Kevin Spacey. Favreau, for example, is an avid twitterer and has already posted some interesting tidbits from the set of Iron Man 2, which started shooting this monday.
As you can see, I've put up a 'Latest Tweets'-section in the sidebar of this website. If you want the whole enchilade, you should visit my page on Twitter.
If you haven't already, sign up yourself. Trust me, it's actually a lot less imbecilic than it all sounds.
