The biggest little whorehouse on the web

This image is from my new best-twitter-friend's Etsy Page. I got a mention for tweeting about this cool pillow | Truth is real kudos go to my real-life friend and sometimes business cohort Yitz Wolf who sends me beauties like this one.

Last week I saw a tweet that you can't call yourself a media specialist unless you have more than 200 followers on twitter. At last count, I have the grand total of 118 followers, I am on 4 lists and have tweeted less than 600 times, this makes me the poster child for twitter uncool. I immediately tweeted back that I can call myself whatever I want while smugly muttering that I'd never call myself a specialist of any sort. Then I re-read my linkedin profile, low and behold guess what word appeared? All of this got me thinking ... (of course I re-wrote my profile and then I thought).

Twitter is crazy but I love it. It's my only source of news ... in fact I finally asked someone what the big deal with Tiger Woods was, I hadn't clicked on any of those links because golf bores me to tears little did I know that I wasn't the one crying. I still get a little thrill of excitement when I get a bonafide new follower (that's not just spam) or when I get a mention or even better a retweet from someone I don't know, bloody hell it makes my day.

I've seen some great things on twitter: I thought Bites for Blood was brilliant, this competition and it's grass roots support from the people who pretend on twitter to be the characters of the Charlaine Harris/HBO Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood phenomenon was nothing short of incredible. A $10,000 donation from HBO to the Red Cross for 500,000 clicks gathered by people pretending to be TV characters who returned the favor with virtual kisses! Sweet as. If that aint a tribute to how twitter's changed the web then you've been sleeping.

So now that I'm decidedly not a specialist, I'm going to continue to aspire to twitter greatness while living twitter mediocrity. If in 140 characters you can bring a smile to my face, a tear to my eye or grab my attention, I will retweet you but don't worry no one else will notice...