Outed on Twitter

My wife guessed my Twitter address and followed me. One of my favorite web designers found me from her blog and followed me.

So I came out of the Twitter closet and followed a bunch of people I like.

Does this mean I don’t think Twitter is for teenage girls anymore? No. It is still a great service for teenage girls, but as Jeffrey said it’s also a good “bon mot generator.” It’s also a logged semi-public chat room and the variety of ways to get content in are impressive: IM; text messages from my phone; through their web page; by fax; pigeon; telepathy and more.

Plus I can do “My Favorite Tweets” recaps like Matt does:

  • taught Jack how to throw and catch a frisbee, came inside for a drink and to count his teeth, so far so good Aug 26
  • do people who spell owned as pwned call that TV show about superhero kids Herpes? Aug 28
  • why is it that “I guess heaven needed a power forward” turns my stomach when “I guess heaven needed a shortstop” makes me sorrowful? Aug 29
  • when LOLcats makes the cover of BusinessWeek, it is officially a dead language: IM ON UR COVR, PUTTIN NALZ IN UR KOFFIN Aug 29
  • @gavin Candlelight 10oz burgers with Craig, it’s like a mini CodeJam — jealous? Aug 30
  • “right now she’s saying ‘I’m drunk’ and he’s thinking that he’s gonna get lucky” — now that’s a status message Aug 30
  • Staples is a day late with my 2 UPSes. That wasn’t easy®. Aug 31
  • I love how they’re portraying Tony Stark in the new Iron Man movie — he’s like a modern day Steve Jobs Sept 07
  • I just figured out why my Obama Nation t-shirts aren’t selling Sept 07
  • I’m rocking the suburbs, just like Jon Bon Jovi did Sept 10

Update: No that status message above where the girl is drunk is not about me cheating on my pregnant wife. It’s a line from that big Carrie Underwood song. It just fit my theme that day — wondering why Twitter asks “What are you doing?” when people are going to use it like an instant messaging service. Good grief.