As you can see from the sidebar, I've joined Generation Twitter. I resisted joining up for a while, because it seemed to be too reductive, too illustrative of the constant winnowing down of our collective attention span. However, once I joined up and found just how easy it was, I realize I was 100% correct in that perspective, but that I didn't care. Why kick against the pricks? Let the scales fall where they may, to strap down that particular biblical allusion and flog it within an inch of its life.
It's a busy time chez Fugate. For one thing, there is a new chez Fugate. Selling the previous chez Fugate, finding and purchasing the new chez Fugate, packing up the stuff from the old chez Fugate, moving from the old chez Fugate to the new chez Fugate, and now unpacking and placing the stuff into the new chez Fugate has sapped my energy to generate more than 14o characters worth of content at any particular time. Hence Twitter.
Fortunately, the dust appears to be settling. We're down to about 10% of the boxes yet to be unpacked and I just rearranged my office. It's not done yet -- it's never going to be done, but, it's functional enough for me to be able to sit at my desk and bang out some drivel. As a matter of fact, I have some other drivel-for-hire that is wildly overdue even as I type this. To be perfectly honest, I'm just using this space to clean the pipes a little so I can get back to the paid drivel. I hope that doesn't make you feel as cheap and dirty as I do.
Here, go to my friend Michael Dane's blog and read something far more entertaining than this drivel. He's new to blogging, so you can get in on the ground floor. Watch for his Twitter account some time in 2010.
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