Twits, Tweets and Twats

First, I acknowledge the immense irony it is that I'm blogging about twitter.  It's like announcing facebook events on myspace or, if you're old enough to remember it, friendster.

I use to be a very inactive twitter user.  Meaning that I'd sign onto it about every 3-6 months and guffaw and laugh at a few things and then get annoyed by the rest of the nonsense that is on there.  Recently, I've been on it a bit more because of my new smartphone.  But it's still a lot of the same old nonsense.

If this site pares down our lives to 140 characters (and is the new blogging), I don't really know if humanity is in good shape.  Most regular twits (twitterers? tweeters?) mentioned some recognition of the tragedy in Colorado, but it was right back to tit and fart jokes again.  I don't have a deftly articulated way or describing it, but I'm beginning to become concerned about the way our social and worldly experience is shaped by the internet.  Is it true to the human spirit?  Is it desensitizing? Or just the opposite (the example of all the outpouring of support for the bullied bus monitor comes to mind)?

Anyway, to further the irony of this entry, I will end this blog with a retweet.
By KfuckingP:  Love is like a fart.  If you have to force it, then it's probably shit.

There was another good one about pillows and vaginas, but I can't remember it off the top of my head.