Twitter

We curmudgeons had a little huddle recently and decided that in addition to the US mail and email, the curmudgeon world didn't need yet some other communication thing.  

So we decided to keep the Twitterverse thingie on the down-low. These guys already promptly inadvertently drive off the road when their cell phones ring, so it seemed prudent. And "the Twitter" seemed to attract bored kids, Hollywood types and other sorts that we really didnt want anything to do with anyway. 

Then the Twitterverse graduated from chatty 13-year old girls to recording the Arab Spring. Crap. They started asking me about it. "Should we be on this Twitter thing?" "What is 'on twitter'?" "Do I have to remember to type 'dot com'?" "What button on my TV remote control do I hit?" "Why didn't you tell us about this back when we could have profited obscenely when it went public?"

I had to think fast. Turns out, all my TV watching came to my rescue. I used Brisco County Jr's famous line: wait for the "next big thing" - that's where the smart money is. They're thrilled. My term expires shortly - I will be long gone if the shit actually hits the fan, but I'm betting on Brisco.