A little bird told me...

We’re busy doing nothing, working the whole day through,
Trying to find lots of things not to do.

Johnny Burke

I love Facebook and you probably do too (more than likely you’re reading this on Facebook or you’ve followed a link from there). One of my favourite Facebook tasks is updating my status. It’s a line of text after my name that I can use to tell the world whatever I want.

Back in the day it used to be preceded by the word “is”, which could lead to some rather philosophical statements.

Man is. Man is or isn’t he? Man isn’t.

Thankfully these dark days are long gone and I can now start with whatever word I choose.  I can say what I’m doing, share my wisdom, whore out links and, now with the ability to comment on statuses, cast questions out into the ether.

Unfortunately some days “Jonathan is restless” and everyone else’s status is equally uninteresting.  The reason you’re friends with these people is because you’ve got stuff in common and when that stuff includes going to the same uni, drinking in the same bars and seeing each other on an almost daily basis suddenly their statuses can get really boring; 200 odd echoes of “I’m bored, broke, hungover and I have problems with my man.”

Enter Twitter.

You’ve probably heard of Twitter.  Twitter is a place loved by Stephen Fry where Perez Hilton and Lily Allen go to fight. Twitter makes Jonathan Ross say salad and found Lance Armstrong’s missing bike.

Closer to home though someone else has been nagging you to join Twitter.  It’s the person who told you to join MySpace, it’s the person who told you to switch to Facebook, it’s the person who’s always ahead of the technology trends that you always ignore (stop ignoring them, they’re right).

Go to Twitter.com, sign up in seconds and befriend your favourite celebrities, musicians, politicians and magazines and be privy to their thoughts as soon as they think them.

Happy tweeting,

@scribbleboy

PS.  if you see a Facebook status that reads “Damian ~操你妈~.” do not think “I can’t read Chinese so typing a random response would be quite amusing.” because then you’ll type “Yes, at least twice daily.” and half of Asia will be laughing at the fact you’ve confessed to regular incestuous activity with your mother.

PPS. I remember a time long ago when this blog was about completing challenges, one day we’ll go back there and I’ll try and use Twitter to help me complete them.