...however...

I have a gripe. My gripe is with one of the beaus of Web2, twitter. You can read all about it on their site, but basically it is a Frankenserive comprising of bits of blog and bits of instant messaging. You SMS (and hence pay, so fuck that) or direct post, in 140 characters or fewer, the answer to the question "What are you doing?"

Now OK, maybe I am being a little too literal. But. Read the previous post. I've had a great day. I've surfed (badly) swam with my dogs (OK) and ran (fairly well). But I have only now sat down in front of my laptop, and therefore only just had the opportunity to answer the question "What are you doing?" If the question were "What have you done?" I'd be OK.

But it isn't.

So what am I doing? This. Typing. Watching Rockwiz, a rare oasis of quality in the televisual desert of Australain TV programing. I'm having a glass of sparkling shiraz. That is what I am doing. But really, who gives a shit? I therefore conclude that twitter is a waste of my time and therefore I am unlikely to use it again.

Unless, of course, I do.