Why? You ask. Everybody's doing it! And they literally are. Almost every single one of my friends has a Twitter account at this point, and have been Twittering madly away day after day.
I swear, I'm not being a luddite. The thing is: I can't fit my thoughts into brief snippets. I'm a blabbermouth. I talk too much and have too much to say, and like the sound of my own virtual voice too much. Plus, I like to overexplain. Have you noticed? I hear you all collectively chuckling -- Oh really, do you? Well, the good thing is that you never, ever wonder what I'm talking about. I just can't find it in my heart to be cryptic or obscurantist or poetic, really. It's my old journalism training, or further back yet, my debate training. Make a point, develop it, sum it up.
I mean, if there's an album I like, it would take me thirty lines of Twitter to write about how I feel about it! And I'd have to do it from my cellphone. And the way I see it, any thought I feel compelled to write about I usually feel compelled enough to develop it into a blog entry, otherwise I just, y'know, think it. Or call Trix and bug HER about it.
Not to say I don't enjoy reading other people's Twitters. There's quite a few I follow on a regular basis, and there's some folks who totally suit the snippet-thought format. And there's some folks who are just good in any medium.
Not me. For good or for ill, I'm afraid I'm a blogger.
Dudes, you KNOW I'm talking shit. You KNOW that three months from now I'll have a Twitter account with two billion entries on it, and someone will point out that I swore I'd never Twitter and I'll regret ever posting this blog entry, and everybody will LAUGH MERRILY at my discomfort.