You know it's probably obsolete when...

I finally get on board with the Twitter Revolution. I'd heard about it, didn't really get it, still don't, but I'm trying it anyway. A couple of the blog writers I admire are on it, and I started following them, even though I'm not sure it can really be called "following" when I check in exactly once after signing up for it. But I'm bored AND I have homework I should be doing, so if you know me at all (which I know you don't) you know what that means (you'll just have to trust me on this one)...the procrastination gene goes into hyperdrive.

Anyway, I'm sure the fact that I'm adding the link to my Twitter page here means that tomorrow everyone will move on to some new techno-communication device. Probably one that's actually implanted into the brain right behind the eyeball so no one has to type anything - you just think it and it automatically gets sent to your followers' brains and they see the reverse image behind their eyeball so they can read it directly in their head. Wait...isn't that from Johnny Mnemonic?

Whatever. If you're so inclined, I'm Twittering over here.