I went with @KimPigSquash for my twitter handle, which is not a bad choice since it is also a shout-out for my blog and publishing imprint, Pig Squash Press. It wasn’t my first choice. But, to my surprise, @Kimuendo, @KimTinTin and @akimbo were all taken! So @KimPigSquash it is.
Twitter is not Facebook. (That’s right folks, you heard it here first.) For some reason I thought it would be – or at least be the 140-character equivalent of Facebook. But Twitter is a different beast (make that avian life form) altogether.
Facebook is a big noisy never-ending party that spills out into the yard and down the block, has videos running in the rec room, a band jamming in the kitchen, drinks spilled, doobies passed, some guy you barely know doing something unmentionable with a flower vase, and dozens of unrelated conversations brushing your arm and rushing up to meet you as you scroll through your newsfeed.
Twitter is none of this (except for the never-ending part). Twitter is more like an army of solipsists marching to the edge an infinitely long cliff, lining up along the rim, and all shouting into the abyss at once, none hearing the other.
Interaction on Twitter is limited to occasional alphanumeric grunts (‘thx 4 RT’ = thanks for the retweet), which are inscrutable to all but the Twognoscenti (Twitter cognoscenti).
Twitter is not about dialogue or the development of cyberficial relationships. That stuff is so yesterday, so Facebook. Twitter is about unfettered (albeit abbreviated) monologue that doesn’t care who (if anyone) is listening.
Have to dash! Must tweet the shortlink for my latest blog post before the Twittervese (or my corner of it) beds down for the night.