<10 Twitter Types That I Don’t Follow

A friend’s recent blog about the 10 reasons why she doesn’t follow you back on Twitter got me thinking about what my expectations of Twitter are.   I’ve always known what I wanted out of Twitter; I never really itemized the things I don’t want.

1. The obvious losers – every update is a link to their product or pornsite or seminar or keylogger or whatever – it doesn’t matter since I don’t click on the links.   Twitter is a networking site & I guess a lot of people think it’s a way to advertise their otherwise immobile offerings to a wide audience, but not me.   I’m not here to shop.   If I want to buy something I’m not going to look on Twitter; I’m going to go to the appropriate pornsite.   Fewer middlemen ftw.

2. Uninteresting people (that I don’t know).   I originally just said “uninteresting people” but then I thought of the multitudes of totally boring people that I follow on Twitter.   The catch is that these people are friends of mine & their lives are of interest to me, boring or otherwise.   Am I talking about you?   You’ll never know.  But if I don’t know you, the only reason why I’m going to follow you is because you’re interesting.

When I first joined Twitter, I was pretty sure none of my friends had even heard of it but even so I probably wouldn’t have gone looking for them.   The few who have gotten lost & found themselves with a Twitter account & then found me, I’m happy to follow, but in the grand scheme of things I’m mostly interested in the 140 character statements of total strangers.   Who are interesting, of course.

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Holy crap, Boomer is a high maintenance dog.

At 8 months of age, my American Bulldog Boomer is getting pretty big.   He’s also pretty athletic.   Most recently he’s added excitement to my life by managing to jump on top of the 6′ wall around my backyard in order to get at the neighbor’s dogs.   He hasn’t actually gotten over yet, but he’s also not full grown yet.

This could be some seriously bad stuff.

On Sunday I thought I was having a heart attack when I saw that he was able to get both of his front legs over the top of the wall.   I ended up packing him up & taking him to the bar with me because I didn’t know what else to do.

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