Those of you who are not living in caves in Afghanistan probably have heard of this thing called “Twitter,” in which people with too much time and technology on their hands pester each other 140 characters at a time. It’s called “tweeting,” though it’s generally far less musical and soothing than birdsong, unless the bird in question is a constipated turkey buzzard.
Well, it seems there’s going to be a TweetUp at Interbike featuring chirpy industry types, schwag, powerful beverages and conversations that are not restricted to 140 characters. It’s at 7 p.m tonight at the Lavo Restaurant, Bathhouse and Nightclub, at The Palazzo.
I have a Twitter account, but will not be in attendance. I will be croaking like a big, fat raven right here in Bibleburg, helping the VeloNews.com mob post all the news from Sin City. So rock on, all you robins. Tweedle-dee-dee, etc., et al., and so on.
Mad Blog Media 
I have a tough time understanding Twitter. Are the folks who use it called “twits”? How many times do you hear someone answer a cell-phone call with, “nothin’ – what are you doin’?” Is Twitter different? Don’t know who is more strange, the folks so interested in creating these “tweets” limited to only 140 characters each, or the folks who want to read them. I visited a website awhile back which invited me to follow them on twitter. All I saw was banal chatter of the type one used to hear at cocktail parties….does the world really need more of this? As you wrote, “too much time and technology on their hands” pretty much sums it up.
So, let me get this right: bike geeks in Vegas twittering away in a swank restaurant about bike stuff while in town for a bike convention?? That pretty much defines “Twits” in my book.
Our society is already narcissistic enough, Twitter only pours gasoline on the fire.
It is fact: “Someone once said that a million monkeys typing on a million typewriters could write the works of Shakespeare. Thanks to the Internet, we now know that this is not true.” (Did O’Grady say this?)