Things I managed to not post to Twitter yesterday
Yesterday I dictated notes into my cell phone, knowing quite well I should not post them to Twitter until I’d had a chance to consider them more fully.
First, this exchange, having to do with a beautiful photograph of nature and its majesty, and a curtain:
“I think the average Facebook-goer might not understand the magical moment you posted. I think they might only see a tree and a sheet.”
“Well, [so-and-so] always comments. Old people comment a lot.”
“Right, old people understand the magic. You can always count on old people.”
Next,
“The problem is, I use Twitter as notes. Everyone can see my notes. They’re not always good notes.”
Then, and this had to do with being a little smelly,
“My armpits! I forgot, and then I remembered.”
And finally,
“No, thank you. Thank you for vetting my interactions with the outside world.”
