24 hours a-twitter

First thanks to Tim Difford for patient coaxing above and
beyond the call of duty to get me close enough to Twitter
so that Chi-Chi Ekweozor could deliver the coup de grace
at the Social Media event last night.

I came home and got going, following TD's rule for
world domination.

And made a photo using, "Paint".

And didn't Read the Effing Manual.  So sent direct messages
out as updates, having already widgetted the
Manchester Climate Fortnightly blog.

So now everyone knows the names of my cats. Well, my
wife's cats technically.

What impressions?

140 characters imposes a pitch-perfect level of discipline.
Can anyone tell me whether this was accident or design?
Did the Twitter-meisters tool around with different lengths,
or was it serendipity, like SMS itself?

It's patently addictive.

It could easily be my number one time blackhole, the way
Scrabulous was six months ago.

It is going to have very interesting effects on how people
communicate with each other.


[Ed: that's enough banalities for now]