Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I’m a joiner and a claim staker. Every time I hear about a new interactive social network, I register as ‘yellojkt” to make sure nobody else takes that identity (not that anyone ever does) and then do absolutely nothing. I find it hard enough to keep up with my old school Blogger blog without endlessly updating all those other sites that have vowel deficient names.
I belong to Cre8Buzz whose logo is an ant (go figure), not to be confused with Cr8buzz, Multiply, and FSM knows what else. Unless I use them I quickly forget that I have even registered The other day I had kept hearing all sorts of jokes about Tumblr and went to join only to find out that I already had over a year ago. My next to last post was a picture of my dog who passed away last November. I was way ahead of the curve on that one.
While I joined Blog365 and have at least kept up with the spirit of it, my original goal was to cross-post a link there to all my other blogs. That resolution lasted shorter than most January gym memberships. I’ve long had MySpace and Facebook pages which sit fallow. I actually have two MySpace pages, one for yellojkt that all my imaginary internet friends are linked into and another whole separate one for my family and meat space acquaintances. Never shall the twain meet.
And that is why I’ve ignored a few invitations to join LinkedIn, some sort Facebook for people with real jobs. It requires way too much personally identifiable information for my comfort zones.
The one service that I have made a lot of use of is my frequently flogged Flickr account. I had a panic attack when my Pro membership expired and I thought I had loss access to thousands of my pictures. A quick online payment solved that problem.
On the other hand, I have never quite known what to do with Twitter despite it’s growing popularity. All the tech podcasts I listen yak about Twitter endlessly as if it is the next great thing. Twitter has evolved its own lexicon with “twitterers” and “tweats” and also sorts of coinages to avoid the one logical past perfect tense verb that can’t be used in polite company.
Some of my reluctance is snobbery. A diary is list of what you had for lunch. A journal is what your lunch means. I have a hard enough time keeping my blogposts drafts under two pages, let alone 140 characters.
Nonetheless, despite rarely twittering I have gathered 37 followers. About a half-dozen are loyal blog readers that have followed me along, most are complete strangers that seem to redefine the meaning of indiscriminate. So as not to disappoint, I have decided to make my Twitter account a more intimate look at my daily life, and I do mean intimate. Not as intimate as BedPost, a social network where you can track your sex life, but more than I put into my blog. Here will go my weekly weight weigh-ins, my exercise journal, TV shows and movies I’ve seen and the other detritus of my dull life that can’t even rise above the threshold of a “What Kind Of X Are You?” meme.
So feel free to follow me, but I can’t promise you the scintillating deeply intellectual fare you are used to here. And if I don’t recognize your Twitter identity, drop me a reminder of who you are and how I know you.
And even better, let me know if there are more social networks that I can join and ignore.
BlatantCommentWhoring™: Are a joiner or a loner? What social networks do you belong to?