I am a Twit

I have a confession to make.  I joined Twitter yesterday.  And I am mortified.

I must preface this by saying that I did it for work.  I am working on a very large licensing job and have to clear video rights.  Often the source material is from YouTube and Vimeo, and often the identity of the clips’ owner is disguised by a pseudonym.  I have been pulling my very best Sherlock Holmes and in order to track down the owners I have had to resort to searching by any means necessary, be it Facebook, Google, LinkedIn and now, tragically, Twitter. I don’t mean to sound unappreciative that I have access to this information – this job would have been impossible even 10 years ago both for the editor to source the material and for me to track it – but I have an uneasy relationship with social media at the best of times.  I am not an artist, or a musician or an actor who has to manage their career through updates and have to let their fans know of shows or appearances or bowel movements.  I do have a couple of companies on the go and I know I have to spread the word but I am not convinced that a 140 character blast is the way to get myself out there.  I swore I would never send a tweet.  I told several people to immediately kill me if I ever did, so I now await the stealthy pad of footsteps creeping up from behind to end my tweety days.

I broke up with Facebook in the spring . We now have a polite but passing relationship and really only make small talk at parties.  (The irony is not lost on me that this is a blog and I send the links via email and Facebook and am not crimping out my merry tales with a quill and strapping them to a pony for delivery.  I consider the wide armed embracing of my hypocrisy to be one of my charms.)  I know it is old school, but do you remember when having someone “follow” you was kind of creepy?  And actually suggesting that someone “like” you seemed more than slightly sad?  I can honestly say it pains me to live in a world where “you” only has only letter and one buys something nice “4” someone.  But I am growing increasingly anachronistic and I admire those who have the fortitude to soldier on in this ever-changing ethereal landscape.  Perhaps I too will learn to love and live it.

For now:

Joined Twitter.  Hate the very idea.

30 characters to sum up how I feel.  Maybe I will get the hang of this yet.


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