I think I have grasped the Twitter modus operandi now: one rushes about madly following everyone in sight, then sits back and watches the great ocean of tweets, while occasionally casting in one's own photo of the reupholstered chaise longue, favouriting other people's chaise longues, and posting three links to one's new blog post in case it is inadvertently overlooked first or second time round.
|in my enthusiasm I decorated my profile with peony petals|
"Double Yippee!!!" I remark happily to myself, "I can do all that too!" The only minor downfall is that I lack something to sell, which appears to be the crucial undercurrent of the whole determined affair. I have made no charming little pincushions, written no pamphlet on getting ahead in styling, produced no artisan falafel and am still waiting to hear back from those damned dawdlers in the Patent Office about my Rite Price Popomatronic. Vain gaiety, vain battle, vain repose.
But perhaps it is ok to have no motive for the ninja socialising! Perhaps one can just say a tentative hello! If I haven't followed you yet, please let me know straight away so that I can remedy the situation. It is awfully lonely over there without you.