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.