Let the Stalking Begin

For some reason, I just signed up for Twitter. OK, it’s Steve Golab’s fault. He’s the head honcho over at FG2 here in Austin and he’s an expert in social media. He forced me. (not really, but he did remind me of its existence. So now I’m a twit. Let the stalking begin.

So what the hell is Twitter? Good question. According to my good buddies at WikiPedia:

social networking and micro-blogging service that allows users to send updates (otherwise known as tweets) which are text-based posts of up to 140 characters in length.

Updates are displayed on the user’s profile page and delivered to other users who have signed up to receive them. The sender can restrict delivery to those in his or her circle of friends (delivery to everyone being the default). Users can receive updates via the Twitter website, instant messaging, SMS, RSS, email or through an application such as Twitterrific or Facebook. For SMS, four gateway numbers are currently available: short codes for the United States, Canada, and India, as well as a United Kingdom number for international use. Several third parties offer posting and receiving updates via email.

Here’s what Twitter says:

Twitter is a community of friends and strangers from around the world sending updates about moments in their lives. Friends near or far can use Twitter to remain somewhat close while far away. Curious people can make friends. Bloggers can use it as a mini-blogging tool. Developers can use the API to make Twitter tools of their own. Possibilities are endless!

So….apparently every time I fart, eat a sandwich, have a random thought, get a paper cut, trip over my own feet in front of a client, blow my nose, etc. I can tell the world. Awesome.

On the other hand, I can see using this to extend my “brand” and top of mind awareness out to my soon to be huge following of fellow Tweeters. However, I’m not sure I would want to associate with anyone who thought my blatherings were of any value – especially of enough value to actually “follow” me.

Although, I admit, the idea of a “following” is somewhat attractive. I really like the idea of my followers bowing at my feet and paraphrasing my words in hushed ceremonies in dark cyber cafes. I would make an offhand Tweet and lo and behold, my followers would carry out my wishes without questioning or second thought. I’d start wearing white robes, sandals and letting my hair grow out. I’d be just like Barack Obama only cooler.

Now THAT is worthwhile.

If you would like to join my flock and be the first to know what I had for lunch – http://twitter.com/petemonfre


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