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It was a tad bit past the witching hour last night. I guess, technically speaking, it was this morning. Anyway, I was staring all bleary-eyed at my computer. I’d visited more sites than actually held an interest for me. The thought of playing another game was absolutely repugnant. There was a book waiting to be read, but my eyes hurt too much to seriously consider opening it.

I found my fingers keying www.twitter.com. It seems like almost everywhere you turn someone is blathering on about this miraculous new communication … opportunity. Hell, even some of the news networks have climbed onto the twitter bandwagon.

If you know anything at all about me, you know that I don’t do directions. “Reading the instructions is for those who lack a sense of adventure.” That was the first blog entry, on my first blog, back on September 22, 2004. Someone will probably engrave it on my stone when I finally get around to crossing that river that may lead to the answers to a whole bunch of questions I’ve been pondering all these years.

Well, probably not, since I intend to be cremated.
The most reasonable way to see what the chirping was about would be to jump in the middle of it. I started filling in the blanks.
That didn’t strain my feeble resources overly much. It did take a bit to come up with a user name since some miscreant had already glommed onto “Buffalo.” I have to admit, the word verification gave me a fit. The damned things are case sensitive. It isn’t as though reading the arrangement of letters isn’t hard enough.
There I was, more than a bit after the witching hour, and I had myself a twitter account. Since I still couldn’t figure out how the damned thing was supposed to work, I decided that I was too tired to continue my quest for whatever in the hell I was questing. I shut down the computer and headed for the sleep locker. In case you either care or are keeping track of such things, I slept well. I even had a dream about my Dad and that is always a shinin’ thing.

This morning, or maybe it was early afternoon, after I finally chipped all the concrete out of my head, I headed back to twitter. After a bit, Kat asked me what I said. I told her I was talking to myself. She may have heard me take the christian deity’s name in vain at least once or twice.

She came over to my desk and peered at my computer. You know she offered to help. I suggested what she could do to herself. She may have allowed it would be more fun if we both cooperated on that particular endeavor. I took two Aleve and headed for the smoking room.

You know what happened next. When I came back to the computer, twitter was situated for me – including Kat listed as a friend/contact. I was all ready to tweet.

So I tweeted.

What a silly, freakin’ concept! People are going nuts over this? I feel like an idiot.

Oh well. Be all that as it may, I have the ability to tweet. If you can find me, feel free to tweet away – or email me – or call if you have the number.

Life is sweet – let’s see, because North Dakota got dumped on instead of Manitoba.