Monday, March 30, 2009

Clearly, This Is Not WWII


My fingers have been twitching so much since I took the decision to leave my novel in a drawer for a week to ferment that I could probably have massaged all tension from the erector spinae of every football club from Land’s End Rov to John O Groats Wande.


So, to what miserable waste of time have I succumbed in order to prevent myself scratching a hole in the atmosphere?

Twitter.

I feel like a cretin wandering into a hall of mirrors to stroke the animals.

Hopefully, like The Rubettes, this will not only not last, but also come to be condemned as a tragic, tragic mistake in the not-too-distant future.

For now, however, I’m happy to Throw Away My Own Life.

12 comments:

scarlet-blue said...

Never ever on Twitter! I twitter enough on my blog.
Sx

blogless troll said...

I feel like a cretin wandering into a hall of mirrors to stroke the animals.

Yeah, that's Twitter in a nutshell. Er, you were talking about Twitter right?

It's one of those things you have to sign up for just see what the big deal is. I'm trying to see how many followers I can acquire without ever having twitted or tweeted or whatever ($20 on the line, the over/under is 25).

Whirlochre said...

Scarlet
My feeling is that Twitter does nothing that Blogger can't — it's just that it does it faster. But not with the 160-word-plus scope of Gmail chat. In that sense, it's a bit Dalek Sec.

Blogless
I admire your perseverance. Keep not twitting and when you're up to a hundred followers, I guarantee to reward you with an Award Of No Significance Whatsoever.

JaneyV said...

I don't get it.

Although it might be worth doing just to become a Stephen Fry follower … and of course you too (goes without saying).

Is there a Whirlochre Facebook page? At least then you could play WordTwist, Scramble and Wordscraper while you're busy ignoring your MS.

Whirlochre said...

Of all the Bizarre New Things To Distract One From One's Life, Facebook is the best I've found so far. I see no point in that one at all.

Twitter is proving to be mildly amusing though (much like inflating toads with a bike pump) it probably won't last.

That said — they seem to have lost most of the comments. And my dinky new background.

Robin S. said...

I opened a Facebook thing, screwed with it for less than a week, and haven't been in on it in a while now.

I'm not against it, but I'm also not for it. It's a major time suck. Interestingly, I signed up for it right about the time you took up Twitter, Whirl - when I was flailing in the wind after finishing my novel, and waiting for it to stew, and my brain, too.

Whirlochre said...

It's definitely something like that, Robin. I'm guessing once things return to normal round here, I won't be back.

Geoff said...

Chumps.

Madison the Cat said...

Yeah. They ARE wankers, aren't they, Geoff?

writtenwyrdd said...

why do the BeeGees have shiny crotches in the picture? You haven't been polishing their kn-- No, I cannot say it, even in writing.

Seriously, that cracked me up, me and my dirty filthy mind.

Try not to make yourself crazy(er). Instead try making another sock monkey or a cuddly friend. ;)

Lynnette Labelle said...

I don't get the whole Twitter thing. Maybe I need to spend more time on it. I'm a Facebook gal, I guess.

Lynnette Labelle
http://lynnettelabelle.blogspot.com

Whirlochre said...

Hey WW — in my gif version of this picture, their crotches bulge and they wink. I did try setting this to music but it wouldn't quite synch. Sock Monkey sits on one side of my monitor, the Gees on the other.

Morning Lynnette. Hope to see your face again soon. You, I mean.