“I twat I taw a putty tat! I did! I did!”
Now, sadly, tweeting doesn’t mean a bird or a lot of birds. It’s social media. It’s little choppy – bad grammar on most occasions – hash tag riddled sentences… If you can call them sentences that is. You see, I have a blind spot in my understanding of language. I lack the ability to learn foreign languages. I’m so bad that after two years of taking German in High School my teacher gently suggested that I don’t come back for my Junior year. So I learned sign language which I picked up rather quickly.
This difficulty of mine continues to text speak I believe it’s called. You know things like: “U R Gr8!” Huh? I got the U R bit, saying it tells me that but Gr8??? I had to have a young teenager explain it to me. Considering I was 22 when I came across it I found that to be a bit depressing. Ten years later and my understanding of it hasn’t improved one iota.
As I research freelance writing and marketing my work if I decide on self-publishing Life Without Parole I am learning that I can no longer avoid this phenomena called Twitter. I prefer Tweety not Twitter, but apparently I have to bite the proverbial bullet.
I’m going to put it off as long as I can, but there are two things of amusement that I wish to point out at this time about my general hesitation on branching out into this new arena.
1. I realize that as a web designer many believe I have an intimate and deeper knowledge/understanding of the use of Twitter, but I don’t. I’ve heard one too many horror stories of tweets gone wrong (like this sentence) to cause me to advice clients that if you use Twitter remember Elmer Fudd: “Be vewy vewy” careful.
2. My mom is a tweeter now (dare I say avid) and understands it better than I do – the same woman who felt that texting was a waste of time for a while.
If neither of those doesn’t send you into gales of laughter, your sense of humor is not tuned toward irony as of yet.
And now, a personal favorite. Question time!!!!