Hooked on Tweeting

OMG I’m getting worse than Nat when it comes to keeping a blog. I do have an excuse and it is that the time I was spending writing this blog is now spent trying to be the cleverest person on Twitter.

It’s addictive worse than any drug. I mean I stopped smoking last week. Just, like that, smoked last one in the pack and haven’t bought any since (mind you as I’ve no money I would have had to have stolen them but that’s beside the point) no withdrawal symptoms not bouts of irritability (no more than usual anyway) or anything else. At the same time I’ve drunk virtually no alcohol and have been content to leave the few beers I do actually have in the fridge “Chillin Man”.

So based on the foregoing it seems I don’t have any serious problems when it comes to drug withdrawal but Twitter is another matter.

Since the run up to the #Rapture on 21 May when I started tweeting like a loon and gathering an audience I’ve been barely away from it. Take this last evening; I’ve had it on all night and have been quiet annoyed when work has interfered with tweeting. I was tweeting this A M from 08:30 until mid-day and similarly the previous days.

One of the problems is that I’ve made contacts in virtually every one of the World’s time zones so no matter when I go on line there’s invariably one or more persons I follow merrily tweeting away.

I f this condition gets any worse I’ll soon not remember where on the inter-web the porn is kept. I’d hate to lose track of that, because what with pornography being such a tiny part of the net as a whole I’d be at risk of never seeing a naked booby (I thought it was Boobie but not according to the spell checker, blessed be it’s wholly game) again!

I have come to the conclusion based on my in depth research on Twitter that Canadians are the most intelligent (of those nations that speak English as a first language) people in the World, closely followed by Australians. I’m not sure why the Aussies are at number two but I’m sure Canadians just try harder so that people don’t mistake them for Yanks. Now I’m not having a go at Yanks because the educated intelligent ones are amongst the most educated and intelligent people in the World. It’s the 99.9999% I have an issue with; the ones who believe in the virtue of stupidity and blond faith (that should have read blind but somehow blond fits better). The gullible credulous ones who need bigoted charlatans to do their thinking for them…those are the ones utterly I despise. Now, that’s such a shame because as individuals, I soon discovered on a visit to the Us, they are some of the most pleasant people you could ever wish to meet!!! Knock Knock! Who’s there? Apple. Apple who? Apple, the dyslexic orange!!! (501 words)