Last Friday Absolutely Fiesty and I had lunch with Midtown Miscreant at Dagwoods on SW Blvd over greasy food served by skinny blondes who call everyone "honey", spend an inordinate amount of time dealing with domestic issues on their cell phones, and have a difficult time sorting out the checks.
It was a Perfect Storm of quirky bloggers, unique locations, and compelling conversation.
One of the topics was twitter.
"Twitter is a free social networking and micro-blogging service that allows its users to send and read other users' 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."
MM does not particpate in the twitterverse. He thinks it is silly and a forum for people who are too lazy to spend the time it takes to actually write something of interest.
As the cover story of last week's Pitch, he may be right.
Personally, I use twitter as a social networking forum for inappropriate flirtations and last minute lunch hook ups.
However there are those who embrace the restrictive 140 characters of a "tweet" as a concentration of creativity. It's called micro-blogging.
The idea of micro-blogging is to paint a complete picture or tell a complete story in just 140 characters. The optimal, competitive form of this art craft is taking up the entire 140 characters leaving 0 characters available.
There are some bloggers who really excel at this.
My latest discovery was SheriMonk who captured my heart with the following tweet:
"You asshole doing 20 in a 60, go jerk off with sandpaper and take your fucking time, okay?"
That paints a picture. It tells a story.
Another perinneal favorite is CRSE. I love this woman.
"So let me get this straight. Poop on the face is ok but dead grammas cross the line?"
"Technically, she's cancer free so she isn't even really dying now". "You need to totally bring that up next time she pulls the cancer card"
"So you show up to the checkout on crutches thinking i'll let you cut. Well played sir, but not on my watch."
"Look, bro, I do love you, but can we just not tell the anal bead story at the christmas party this year? If not for my sake, then for dad's?"
But in my book, the absolute master micro-blogger is Trelvix. I offer the following evidence.
"I told her friends I was collecting ear wax for a bust of Lincoln that I was sculpting in the cellar. Yes. They are gone now. Advantage me."
"You know how kids cry when you tell them that the mashed potatoes are actually elf lips and butt fat? No? Well then neither do I"
"As more of a Sookie Stackhouse than a Buffy Summers, my daughter accepted her gifted copy of "Twilight" with graceful & deliberate contempt."
"To the co-worker who changed my Firefox home page to the Ursine Fetish Man-Love Association Network: Well-played. And beware."
"Honestly - it wasn't so much the Bugs Bunny impression as the eye patches and Yiddish beat poetry that made the meal weird. For me, I mean"
There is something creatively challenging about someone being presented with 140 blank characters and a dare, don't you think?
DISCLAIMER: The following expresses the opinion of the Hip Suburban White Guy amd does not reflect the opinion of the other Dagwood Summit participants.
Much more engaging and interesting than reading some local, bookmarked, one trick pony with a tiresome agenda who is only capable of cutting and pasting from other people's original content and making snarky comments about it.
Life's too short for that shit.