The problem with our increasingly connected world is that it gets increasingly and exponentially harder to keep your attention long enough to get to the end of this post.
This is part of the reason I picked this picture, because I know you're getting your judgmental on and going, "EW GROSS GUM NEXT TO COFFEE AND I BET SHE CHEWED IT RIGHT AFTERWARD!"
Naturally I assume that when you're grossed out you become internet-gauche and walk them fingers over to the Caps Lock. But so far, it seems you're still here.
And then, there is Twitter.
I've rediscovered Twitter after feeling like I was getting too damn old for that particular crap. That and that one crazy chick who was using my nom de plume as her own had hijacked the username MadameMeow.
You understand how that could make someone at least a little uncomfortable.
But Twitter, overused and underutilized though it is, is quite a charming tool.
Why spend hours agonizing what kind of post you will be writing– and which tenor you will use, and how it will sound and what people will think, when you can just jot one down and put it up?
Here's one from today:
I may have an overactive imagination, but when it smells awful and yellow "crime scene" tape pops into view, it's hard not to think amiss.
Toilet paper commercials are infinitely disturbing.