Limerick Idol

Every Thursday I go bowling. I’m not very good, although I did bowl a 201 last night. But, for frame of reference, it was my best game ever by a lot. Since I bowl every Thursday, I always miss the American Idol results. I can’t quit watching (and blogging about) American Idol, but I’ve always pretty much detested the results shows. I just want to know who won.

So every week I ask my twitter friends to DM me the results after the show is over. In return I offer eternal friendship, praise, devotion. This week the offer was a limerick for anyone who would let me know what happened. A bunch of people let me know what happened. Here are their limericks:

Emily (@ek_go on her birthday, no less)
There once was a girl on her birthday
Who wondered how much would her mirth weigh?
She put it on scales,
And it outweighed six whales,
So she partied like crazy ’til Earth Day

Justin (@bito31)
There once was an hombre named Justin.
For a World Series win, he was lustin’.
He couldn’t quite quit it,
But if the Cubs ever did it,
Then his head just might end up combustin’.

Katy (@swedishpancake)
There once was a pancake from Sweden
That looked far too sweet to be eaten.
It was whipped up by fairies
With fresh lingonberries,
So save it for Katy or get beaten.

Amy (@AmyL36)
I wanted an update on Idol,
Because knowing who’s booted is vital.
Amy graciously told
While I tweeted and bowled,
Hence this lim’rick to which she’s entitled.

Anthony (@Tony2358)
In Brookfield there lives this dude Tony,
Who hates everyone with a pony.
It’s a Seinfeld joke, get it?
If you don’t, just forget it.
Do you smell what I’m cookin’, Jabroni?

I was really running out of ideas near the end. I’m thankful for everyone’s help, but I’m also pretty glad more people didn’t take me up on the offer.

Turk Hates Tuesdays

You said it, Turk. You said it.

Donald Faison hates Tuesdays. I assume if you’re here you know that a) Donald Faison played Christopher Turk on Scrubs, b) I love Scrubs, and c) I hate Tuesdays. Okay, I don’t exactly assume you know all those things or I wouldn’t have mentioned them. I wouldn’t even be typing anything in this space. I’d just post the picture and be done with it. I suppose a and b don’t need explaining, so I’ll bring you up to speed on the suckiness of Tuesdays.

Mondays are rough because everyone in the world is extra tired on Mondays—but that’s also what makes the day survivable. Monday is a groggy day. The average person doesn’t achieve full consciousness on a Monday until 4:30 in the afternoon. You’re left with some vague recollection of rolling out of bed, eating something, doing something, complaining about something . . . and then it’s over. When Tuesday hits, you’re still tired, but you’re awake for it. The haze is replaced by a headache. The to-do list you ignored Monday has grown longer, and the week doesn’t appear any shorter.

Hence, Tuesdays suck twice as bad as Mondays.

The fact that Donald Faison feels the same way makes me feel like J.D. Don’t make me explain why that’s a big deal.

Permission to Speak?

I don’t care to start a blog war or even a twitter sissy slap party, I really don’t. But something I read this morning really struck a nerve. As fashionable as it is for blogs to blast other blogs, I’m not going to deride BCB or its author for annoying the crap out of me. He has that right. I do, however, want to obliterate the ridiculous sentiment behind the post.

It’s difficult to say this without being hypocritical, because the essence of my argument is that allowing people to think, speak, report, blog, comment, and tweet freely is important. It’s more than important. It’s essential to the integrity of society. So far be it from me to undercut anyone’s First Amendment rights as they relate to the Cubs blogocracy or the free world in general.

On the other hand, part of the freedom of speech is the freedom, nay, the responsibility to freely point out when an idea is a crock. So, my fellow citizens of Earth, the value of truth compels me to say, the half-baked notion that Twitter is ruining spring training is a simmering slow cooker full of fecal matter. But don’t let me tell you what to think.

Here’s all you really need to read to understand the post:

In general, I believe the relentless, breathless nature of Twitter is spoiling one of the best things about spring training:

Optimism.

To show this isn’t a personal attack, I’ll try to give his overall point a fair summary. Journalists disseminate updates via twitter at a breakneck rate, feeding rabid Cubs fans insatiable appetite for knowledge and triggering explosive and irrational reactions throughout social networks of all stripes. The trend has turned Cubs fans from hopeful, optimistic sunbeams into mopey, whiny, dark clouds of humbug. If the journatweets were more selective about their updates or fans were more patient in their thirst for and reaction to said info, we’d be much happier people.

None of this is worthy of Bill of Rights-grade outrage, but the fundamental argument behind it is: people can’t be trusted with facts; withhold information until it can be sanitized and spun; wait for the team management to disperse their version of the truth before you go drawing your own conclusions; it’s not journalism unless it passes the desk of an editor; if it’s important enough to affect the entire season, you can wait a few hours or until the next day before you hear it; leave the critical thinking to the experts.

I’d expect as much from the Cubs’ PR machine. But to espouse that nonsense as part of a free society is downright irresponsible.

I don’t care if you hate Twitter. Hate it. Don’t use it. Register and block everyone out of spite. I really don’t care. Twitter is not in your face. It’s a way that some people choose to communicate. That’s it. If a beat reporter uses it to communicate news to a lot of people, great. If a serious journalist refuses to use it, awesome. Take your time and write your dissertation. I might read it. But if people just stop communicating and opt instead to withhold breaking information for more prudent times, the only winner is ignorance.

If Starlin Castro gets hit in the butt with an errant Marmol fastball, I want to know. If some dude in his mom’s basement thinks that spells the end of the Cubs’ World Series hopes, I want him to say it. Smart people, dumb people, pessimists, and optimists, I want them telling whoever will listen what they know and what they think, because that’s how people learn. I hope the right people correct the wrong people and the optimists cheer up the pessimists and the ignorant listen to the informed and the irritable ignore the annoying.

There are few things more bothersome than people who would rather put a damper on truth than change the way they think and feel. If your optimism depends on the restriction or suppression of information, your optimism is stupid. The same is true of pessimism. And realism. And socialist fascism. As much as I’d like to tell people to shut up, I don’t really want them to. I mean, they should take the time to listen occasionally, but come on. Communication is good.  Do it more, not less. And if you believe in willingly constructing a false sense of optimism for the sake of tradition by withholding the truth from the masses, feel free to do it somewhere else.

Does Dawson Belong? Not My Problem.

There are people who make a great case for Andre Dawson’s Hall of Fame qualifications. There are those who don’t, and I don’t feel compelled to link to them.

The debate over what constitutes a Hall of Fame career is over my head. There are some magic plateaus that, in the past, have made the conversation pretty easy: 300 wins; 3,000 hits; 500 home runs. The advent of PEDs has rendered even those landmarks somewhat powerless. Mark McGwire can attest to (and Sosa, Bonds, and Clemens will soon learn about) the strange veil of judgment under which the Hall of Fame question is currently enshrouded.

I don’t think there’s one answer for what constitutes a Hall of Fame career looks like. Sometimes it’s stats (Tony Gwynn). Sometimes it’s championships (pick a Yankee). Sometimes it’s superhuman skill emanating from your pores (Ozzie Smith). Sometimes it’s just . . . fame (Jim Rice). But I’m approaching Dawson’s candidate as a fan, not an objective sportswriter. So when you ask me if I think Dawson’s accomplishments have earned him a place in Cooperstown, this is how I respond.

I don’t care. I want Dawson there because I really, really like Andre Dawson. He gave me a lot of good memories at the expense of his knees. He picked the Cubs. Just gave them a blank check and said, “Sign me. Pay me what you want. I’m playing here.” That may have been a stupid thing for him to do, but so is cheering for the Cubs. I mind-numbingly chose the Cubs three decades ago, and I’ll do it again. I can’t explain why I’m a Cubs fan, and I can’t explain why Dawson decided he wanted to play here. But that decision (and the time he spent patrolling right field in Wrigley) is more than enough to command my loyalty.

And so he has it. Look, one of the things I remember most about Dawson as a Cub was the simple fact that his knees were already shot when they got here. I remember the media dogging him for being so hobbled. I remember the questions of whether he was too crippled by his swollen knees to keep playing professional baseball. I don’t remember him as an unstoppable force on the North Side. I remember him like a kind of grandpa who showed more heart, grit, and bad-assedness than I had ever seen from a baseball player. Yeah, I remember him being awesome when he wore the Montreal elb* on his hat. But the bulk of my personal memories were of him struggling to walk as much as dominating.

I think Dawson deserves to be in the Hall, but that’s not my decision. And it’s not my job to be objective. I want him in. So I’ll keep tweeting #Dawson4theHall, hoping it becomes a trending topic and a conversation item among voters. Will it work? I don’t know, and I don’t care.

*Yes, I know it was a letter M. But it freaking looked like it said elb.You know it. I know it. The Canadian people know it.

Why Was Paul Sullivan Ejected?

According to his Milton Bradley diary torrent of lies hatred font twitter stream, Tribune Cub beatdown artist beat writer Paul Sullivan was ejected from his Wrigley Field bleacher perch less than an hour into Game 1 of yesterday’s Dante’s Inferno Circle 6 dungeon of retribution doubleheader against the Pirates. Here’s a sample of his tweets from yesterday’s game (in reverse chronological order):


  1. Unahppy totals from 13 hours at Wrigley Field: 18 innings, two Cubs losses, 3 cups coffee, 2 diet pepsi’s, one bleacher ejection.


     from web



  2. Guy in D-Lee shirt in RF bleachers catches throw from Fuld, falls into basket. Bleacher security promptly escorts him out. I feel his pain.


     from web



  3. Sitting in the Bill Veeck seats in top section of CF bleachers. Plenty of room to stretch out for Game 2. Stop by and say hi.


     from TwitterBerry



  4. Craig Lynch, legally blind reporter for Sun-Times, was asked about Fukudome’s error, which was somehow ruled a double: “I didn’t see it.”


     from web



  5. Cubs announce crowd of 34,362, though only about 9,500 showed up and only one was escorted out of the bleachers.


     from web



  6. Uh oh. Ronnie Woo spotted me. Now he’s yelling He Was Out Woo in my ear after Blanco tag at second. Bad day gets worse.


     from TwitterBerry



  7. It’s 2 p.m. and Ronnie Woo is in Section 216. Avoiding Section 216.


     from TwitterBerry



  8. Ejected from Wrigley Field bleachers and it’s only 1:38. Cubs security escorts me out in front of eyewitnesses. Oh the indignation.


     from TwitterBerry

In his twitness, Sullivan didn’t give an explanation for what actions, words, or evil spells may have prompted the ejection from the bleachers, nor did he allude to his removal in his rundown of the doubleheader sweep. And considering it was Paul Sullivan who wrote all these tweets, there’s a very real chance it’s all made up to begin with.

So I’m begging anyone who was at game 1, all 7 of you, to please provide details. But in tribute to Paul Sullivan’s propensity for quoting unnamed sources, don’t let the facts stop you. I’d love the truth, but I’d do the dance of joy for a good unfounded theory on what he may have done to get booted.

Thank you in advance for helping me take out some frustration on a guy who helped make this season much less bearable.

Cubs Twitter All-Stars

If we can’t win it this year, might as well irritate some Cardinals.
UPDATED 9/25 (this should probably be in alphabetical order. Instead, it’s in the order that I entered names. Sue me.)
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Twitter makes winning fun and losing a little bit more palatable. If you tweet, you’re familiar (perhaps to the point of contempt) with the concept of Follow Friday. You also know that Tony LaRussa tried to sue Twitter. And you probably also know that these Cubs fans (among a plethora of others) rock, but here are some reminders why:
@ehudmh This is one funny (and insightful) dude. Never met a tweet of his I didn’t like.
@cubsjunkie Fun, feisty, and full of fascinating tweets. (Do not cross this woman: the animals obey her.)
@hey_sue She’s got a dry wit and a wry sense of teeny-bopper button pushing. #lovehertodeath
@jmkobus You never know where his tweets might lead you, but that place will be awesome.
@TweetsByDina High Queen of Haiku, wordsmith extraordinaire, and purveyor of sweet tweets.
@fuzzed18 An engaging and delightful fan who really keeps the social in social media.
@trishkaa If your life needs more sass and spunk (and it does) you need more of her.
@aaronswray His tweet stream will cleanse you from boredom. I swear.
@aleagueofherown Phenomenal tweets are just the tip of her awesomeberg. Twitter can’t contain the glory.
@ggci You want tweets with class and substance, he’s your guy. Then he’ll make you laugh til you puke.
@tom_reutebuch He’s all kinds of deep-fried awesome.
@wrigleygirl Like the stadium that serves as her Twitter namesake, she’s a national treasure.
@c1t1z3nx You know what that name stands for? It stands for fun and hilarity, that’s what.
@Aisle424 I miss Mike Royko. His tweets and blog posts are reminiscent of the genius of old.
@dwag29 She might live closer to Citi Field, but her heart is lost in the ivy.
@TheCubsInHaiku The finest Cubs tweets / Seven and ten syllables / Wit, faith, fun, and hope
@MOgulnick When she’s running the world, you’re gonna wanna say you followed her when…
@wpbc If it’s relevant, original, and memorable, there’s a good chance you heard it from him.
@CubsMagicNumber If you aren’t following her, your days should be numbered. Get it together.
@nearlynextyear He’s blessed with Evanstonian Eloquence and cursed with, well, the Cubs.
@herlihy If you could plot a person’s way with words on a map, his would be the Oregon Trail.
@cubscasthosts The only Cubs podcast I listen to. Their tweets will tell you why.
@Aaliyoda If you don’t like being informed, entertained, and engaged, stay the heck away.
@onetwittedcubs Author of One-minute Cubs blog (aka best minute of your day)
@Thankphil He’s an Iowa Cubs fan with major-league talent. Quietly one of my absolute favorites.
@areyoudrunk Only took 11 characters to prove this was one tweep I couldn’t help but follow.
@SarahSpain Yes, her picture is real. She’s also a sideline reporter for the Big Ten network & the funny and insightful host of Fantasy Players Minute.
@TheCubsGuy You must prove yourself worthy to read his Cubs tweets. You should be that lucky.
@hirejimessian Even more sarcastic than the name implies, his tweets and blog will leave you rolling.
@Purpl0704 A genuinely delightful Cubs fan and all-around fun person.
@CarrieMuskat We like to give the cubs.com writer a hard time, but her tweets are first-rate & informative.
@rudym55 His Cubs tweets are so good, you’ll be tempted to carry him off the field on your shoulders.
@blicdh Quick draw Kevin McGraw cheers for all the right teams and says all the right things.
@TheBlogfines If you’re a fan of Sharapova’s Thigh(s) . . . I don’t even know how to finish this. Go here.
@thezoner The dude is a Chicago sports blog factory, with best blog title ever: Pippen Ain’t Easy
@rpringle I won’t say I’ve got the fever for his flavor. I do, but I won’t say it. He’s much too classy for that.
@talkchibaseball Baseball bipartisanship at its very best. Truly a worthwhile follow and read.
@kerrence Wry, relevant, unpredictable, and all kinds of awesome.
@dat_cubfan_dave Puts a lot of thought and meaning into his tweets, good links, great follow.
@bleedcubbieblue If you don’t know Al Yellon or his powerhouse blog, welcome to the outside of the loop.
@martisnow Cub fan and Red Sox fan. Her heart is only half healed, but her posts are wholly awesome.
@proseandivy A fine Cubs blogger, funny tweeter, and fan.
@harrypav If ever someone tells you Cubs fans are stupid, point them to cubsfx and bask in the glory of Harry Pavlidis proving them dead freaking wrong.
@GatoradeMachine This tweep capitalized on a couple dugout incidents and was catapulted to fame. The fact that he’s hilarious (and real) didn’t hurt either.
@DietRite She (not her account) is named after Jody Davis. Need I go on? I should. She’s awesome.
@terilou6983 She’s smart, funny, and worth following for all kinds of non-Cub reasons, too.
@Eukadanz Follow Eukadanz if you want to. You can leave your friends behind. Cuz your friends don’t danz and if they don’t danz then they’re no friends of mine.
@Ernesto_H Very fun and funny Cubs/Bears fan whose in-game tweets make me laugh regularly. And sometimes irregularly.
@ari_bo_bari Although her stat-loving allegiance spreads across four different baseball teams, I can only remember one . . . and the fact that every tweet is exquisite.
@TorturedFanBase There are some Twitter names that tell you everything you need to know about the genius behind them. This is just the tip of the iceberg.
@BluntChick I don’t even know if she’s sold-out as a Cubs fan, but she’s awesome enough to include regardless.(She actually is a Cubs fan and Hawks fan and growing steadily more awesome with every passing moment.)
@plamorte This dude is a deadly combination of wit, smarts, and Cub fanaticism. But don’t worry. Do not hold me accountable if you die laughing from reading his tweets.
@itsjenjen She describes herself as goofy, but I’ve found her to be elegant, delightful, and witty.
@ataccini She’s one of those people who you just know is way smarter than you, but she’s nice enough to pretend she doesn’t realize the discrepancy—and she’s way fun, too.
@acforever The name might imply he never shuts his windows, but he also never stops being edgy, funny, and bloggy: Check out the Cubbies Crib
@KariGoCubsGo She’s a nurse and a Sooner, and that’s OK with me. Bright, fun, and brimming with spunk.
@AngryHack This dude is out there in all the right ways. His avatar is green, I think, in support of Soto.
@adaveyouknow He’s Dave. You know? Nice and witty with a smooth layer of sarcasm.

There are many (seriously a whole lot) more Cubs fans I’d love to recognize, and I’ll add them as they come to mind (and as time allows). If you’d like to add anyone, please mention them in the comments, on twitter, or to your grandchildren. Just spread the love as you see fit.

More than anything, thanks to all of you who have added so much to A) the Cub game viewing experience, B) the magnificent world of Twitter, and C) my life in general.

Twitter Is Cubs Therapy


Does Kevin Gregg [bottom right] owe Shane Victorino an apology?
A funny thing happens when a guy fails colossally for the Chicago Cubs: he starts to get blamed for more than his fair share of guilt. If it goes on long enough, the poor sap can achieve legendary status of abysm (yes, it’s a word; no, it doesn’t mean what I’m implying it means . . . yet; it will catch on as the act or state of being abysmal).

It’s called . . . the reverse Chuck Norris effect.
The positive side of the routine has gained popularity on a commercial level with the Dos Equis beer ad campaign about the Most Interesting Man in the World, but we all know it originated with Chuck Norris. You can read them on into infinity (which Chuck Norris has counted to . . . twice) at www.chucknorrisfacts.com. It has some real gems like these:
When Chuck Norris does a pushup, he isn’t lifting himself up, he’s pushing the Earth down.
AND
Chuck Norris is the reason why Waldo is hiding.
You can find a great alternative on Twitter that sings the praises of 24‘s Jack Bauer. Just follow JackFacts24 (or merely follow the link; you need not tweet to read tweets) to read more tremendous founts of hyperbolic grandeur like this one:
Jack Bauer’s killed so many bad guys that #5 on the World Most Wanted list is a Malaysian kid that downloaded the movie Dodgeball.
See. It’s funny. It even reaches peak hilarity in the baseball world over at The Ted Lilly Fan Club. But when it happens in the opposite direction, sadness creeps in. Don’t get me wrong, it’s enormously funny, especially when it happens live on Twitter, as it did last night. The downside is that sad events (like anything involving Aaron Miles or Kevin Gregg) precipitate the folly.
The joking began directed at the indescribably bad Aaron Miles. I suggested he was the reason Tony LaRussa started batting his pitchers 8th, and things snowballed from there. People started adding the hashtag #reversechucknorris to their insults to make it easier to track (you can read the conveniently organized hatin’ right here).

But by the time Kevin Gregg gave up his third game-losing home run of the year, any ire directed at Miles shifted dramatically and overwhelmingly at Kevin Gregg, and not even those goggles could have shielded him from the hatred radiating off our collective screens. The rage was too acute, too intense to channel into meticulous hashtaggery. No one thought to accuse Kevin Gregg of being the real beer tosser (until now) as tweets gave way to torches, and the fun of it vanished.
Had it not been for the outlet of ridicule that Twitter provides, though, I’m afraid the rage of that moment would have been much worse. It’s at times like these that Twitter comes in real handy. It gives any fan a chance to vent without destroying things. It makes the bad a little less painful. And it makes the good (like when I had the good fortune of predicting Kosuke’s 3-run homer against the Pirates) even more fun than usual.
Again, even if you’re not a tweeter or twitterer or tweetist, you can follow the commentary stream in any number of platforms. Cubscast has its convenient and friendly 140 Characters from Home Plate page. You can search for #cubs on Twitter. Or if you join Twitter, you can comment from within the MLB Gameday applet (for free . . . for now). It won’t fix the closer situation, but it will help us deal with the brokenness. If you’re already tweeting, be sure to follow me, @Adambuckled . . . or not. I tweet too much.

Ten Things to Like about Twitter

It’s been so long since I started making this list of 10 Things to Like about Twitter, I forgot to list them all in one top ten list. But to call this a top ten is a misnomer. It’s hardly the definitive 10 best things about Twitter. I haven’t even touched on the commercial possibilities Twitter presents, the potential for social change, or anything all that much bigger than my own private Twittersphere.

That’s the point, really. This is my list. These are 10 things you should like because I like them. If you’re an experienced tweetist, you may hate some of them. If you’re new to Twitter . . . you might hate some of them. But I like ’em. Humor me.
I guess I should also preface this with a brief tutorial. If you want to partake in the Twitterfest, it’s really not hard, far simpler than Facebook or just about anything else you could do online. Twitter is a place (or a method) for updating and getting updates on anything or anyone. To get started, just go to Twitter.com, browse, sign up, go to my page, and click “Follow.” Alright, this is a long preface. Here’s the 10 Things I Like about Twitter:
10. Trends. When a topic gets tweeted a lot, the keywords show up at various places on Twitter (the home page, the sidebar). You can find out what people are talking about almost as soon as they start talking about them.
9. Hashtags. That’s Twitterese for putting a # in front of your update’s (or tweet’s) keyword, so you can easily find tweets about the same thing. It’s more useful (and less confusing) than it sounds.
8. No Commitment. You don’t have to read everything your friends, followers, or followees post. You don’t have to join groups, causes, or drawn-out comment threads. It’s light, casual . . . we’re just friends with twitterfits. That was terrible.
7. The Return of Editing. You only have 140 characters, and everybody can read it. You best clean up your spelling and grammar, there, kid.
6. Twt.fm. And other easily postable links to the music of the moment. If a song is stuck in your head, why shouldn’t you lure some unsuspecting soul to wallow/revel in it.
5. No Computer Necessary. Most Internet experiences get a serious downgrade when you switch to mobile. Twitter was made for mobile. You don’t have to live like a nerd to get your geek on.
4. Anyone Can Do It. Kelso from That 70’s Show is the Twitter king. If you can’t at least get started . . . okay, there’s no then statement. You can at least get started.
3. We, Not They. Twitter users determine what reigns on Twitter. Not The Media. Not The Government. Not The Corporate World. It’s ours, people. We have no one to blame but us.
2. Conversation. I like to think Twitter is just one big conversation. It’s in the moment. Blogging is more of a journal for posterity. Twitter doesn’t wait around that long. Twitter is now. Twitter is a party to which everyone is invited, everyone can hear (almost) everything anyone is saying, and it’s real easy to sneak away.
1. Words. In a world of video, images, CGI wizardry, Twitter is governed by the almighty word. Thank God.

Things to Like about Twitter: #1 Words

Yes, there are links and myriad technological innovations. Yes, there are avatars and background wallpaper images. But the main course at the Twitter table is the written (or typed or texted or however it arrives on screen) word.

It’s kind of fun to track how the evolution of communication technology brought us to the age of Twitter. The Phoenician alphabet, the Chinese invention of paper, Gutenberg’s printing press all collaborated in the industry of putting words on paper for the masses to read in portable, reproducible fashion. Then people found ways to reproduce and record more than just words. With the photograph, the microphone, the telegraph, Morse code, the typewriter, the phonograph, the camera, the telephone, radio, motion pictures, television, tape recorders, and transistor radios, electronic media could capture and deliver codes, sounds, and images. We could communicate with color and volume and inflection. Words were just one weapon in an arsenal of long-distance, timeless messaging. Then computers, the Internet, email, cell phones, and the ability to shrink infinite data into infinitesimal compartments opened up an entirely new world of communication.
The cell phone became a mass media world of its own. In a box the size and weight of a deck of cards, we hold our photos, music, telephone, television, movies, Internet, email, cameras, video cameras, planners, news sources, calculators, athletic trainers, video games, GPS navigators, road maps, restaurant finders, sniper rifle cross-hairs, fashion statements, and who knows what else.
And with all that—given the world of entertainment, diversions, and applications with which our cell phones are equipped to delight us—the grandest sensation that is blowing everybody away consists essentially of sending and receiving strings of 140 letters, numbers, and symbols.
We could be stimulated, intoxicated, or carried adrift by the tumult of mindblowing displays of technological genius. But millions of people are captivated instead, once again, by the mere exchange of words.
Twitter is ticker tape on steroids, the telegraph for dummies. It’s a bunch of words flying around the world, getting caught in the Internets, and I absolutely love it for that.

Things to Like about Twitter: #2 Conversation

Twitter is basically a bunch of people talking on the Internet. That’s it. Ignore the hooey about the question, “What are you doing?” Tweets do occasionally take that form, but people type whatever they want into their 140-character containers. Twitter is really just one gigantic conversation.

That’s the beautiful simplicity of it. Whether by phone, by Web, by Twitter app, or by the plain old Twitter home page, Twitter is just a single silo of tweets. The gross complexity of it is that it’s also a billion random tiny conversations that can be categorized, searched, hash-tagged, nested (on Tweetboards), replied to, sent privately and directly, posted for all the world to see, linked through, linked to, deleted, and retweeted (RT). It is equal parts organized and chaotic.
It’s like a party where all the Jesus people, atheists, anal-retentives, pack rats, control freaks, free-thinking hippies, slobs, nerds, geeks, preps, righteous dudes, Ferris lovers, school administrators, Scrabble lovers, Harley riders, sellers, buyers, poets, dreamers, hummers, and screamers are all invited. You can get advice, inspiration, laughs, alerts, pictures, stories, summaries, games, tech news, good news, bad news, fake news, and stuff you didn’t know about Argentinian airlines.
Or, you can just check in on how your friends are doing.
This is a big revelation, especially for Facebook users who try to read all their friends’ updates and are expecting more of the same from Twitter. Like any place where conversations are being held, you can listen in, speak up, and/or ignore to your heart’s content. You can catch up on practically any thread you please, but you needn’t.
On the other hand, if you are planning on revealing the deepest, most guarded treasures of your very soul to everyone you hold dear as a kindred spirit . . . Twitter might not be the way to go. I mean, feel free to tweet your heart out, but recognize that you’re probably talking with only those people who are listening at the time; you can’t expect everyone who has ever heard your voice to hang on your every word.
Still, the twitting and tweeting has more permanence than a normal chat at a dinner party. People in Iran can actually hear you talking about Iran. You can selectively eavesdrop on almost anything. You can bend your ear toward whatever whispers you want.
But when it comes right down to it, it’s just a lot of people talking.