tweeting on twitter

I have to disagree with the previous post. I use twitter and I love it. I have a blackberry and have a twitter opened all the time. I like to update my status and get my friends to tweet back or get new followers that relate to my posts. For example I said something about finding a job and next thing I know I get a request from a new follower, NYJOBS asking to follow me. I now get tons of helpful info on nearby job fairs and opportunities. I also like that you can follow celebrities. I can also follow Enews, which is great for getting up to date gossip in hollywood, etc. Following celebrities is great because sometimes they offer giveaways to their fans especially tv talk shows. Like the Ellen show gives away great prizes if you tweet back at a certain time. Also britney was in nyc over the summer and if you got her clues through her tweets you can find her and get tickets to her concert. I just love this new networking site. I get the real gossip from the primary source and do not have to pick up atabloid such as the Enquire, Stars, Us weekly mag that is filled with false info. my username is stephchiu, follow me!

Twitter

Perhaps i have an old fashion way of thinking, but honestly if you twitter, you loose a minimum of 50 points of personality points with me. I can appreciate the idea of constant news updates, but honestly is that what we really use it for?

Honestly i could care less if your boyfriend is an A-Hole, that Breaking Benjamin kicks so much ass(They are for the record, a "meh" band at best...points for Halo 2 soundtrack with Steve Via), or how kanye west is a jerk, your parents are ruining your life, or if lady Gaga prefers mayonaise over mustard. Point is we are using what could be potentially useful technology for trivial status updates. I never find myself say "Oh em gee i wonder what Jason Moraz is thinking right now, el oh el." i would sooner tatoo my cheeks with a sodering iron than subject myself to that mentality. i put twitter on one of the lowest tiers of technology and communication, and believes anyone who believes that they are making a difference in the world with their twitter or that someone even cares should stand upside down with their head in a bucket of pirhana fish.

Don't agree? do i sound like a pretentious a-hole myself? who cares not like anyone looks up blogs about twittering anyway, you stange person who took the time to read this far in to my rant.

status update: i'd kill for a piece of buttered toast right now...

#balloonboy

I just got home from my last class of the week, and I've only been away from my computer for about 3 hours, but as soon as I got back I went on twitter and saw that most of the trending topics included the terms "balloon boy" and "save balloon boy". A 6 year old in Colorado has disappeared from an experimental balloon aircraft (the balloon landed without a basket attached which he was apparently in) and the "twitterverse" has absolutely exploded over this, and people have figured out that the mother of this boy was once on the show Wife Swap. It wouldn't surprise me if a clip of this show is released in the next few minutes, literally. It's amazing the speed at which we collect news today and how people have congregated around this story on twitter, as they do with other breaking stories. I find the entire development in this exchange between people and media in this day and age. I fear this story is going to end on a sad note, but the twitterverse is still staying optimistic.

the small joys in life

I got this sweet alert a few hours ago, after I obviously followed the amazing host of Dateline NBC's To Catch a Predator on Twitter. So even though I know the 4,964 other people this twitter follows (run by an NBC intern, I am sure) have not been chosen for the amazing content their twitters hold, I at least can say to people that "Chris Hansen is following me on Twitter. What have you accomplished today?"

I've already said this to my cat, so I'm already utilizing my bragging.

Oh yeah, I'm sure you can tell I'm having a crazy Friday night.