I read my first Twitter today. Mostly because a friend whose blog I read (and, for that matter, the only friend I have whose blog I'm consciously aware of) wrote a post that I'm vainly thinking was tangentially inspired by a conversation the two of us had while I cooked dinner, or washed dishes, or just banged a bunch of pots together to make it SEEM like I was cooking or washing dishes and also to make the conversation more difficult (banging pots:conversation::hurdles:sprinting).

And I'm kind of ... whatever ... about it. Then again, I still read novels for fun, so what do I know. It's hard to say whether I'm the early adopter sort. I have an iPhone and I'm still the only person I know who has a Kindle (and I stepped on my Kindle early enough in the whole phenomenon that they replaced it for free when I feigned ignorance about the weird line across its screen), but I also still have a Dell and blog quasi-begrudgingly as a stand in for a career in print news.