Tweeting

Some of us curmudgeons had a little huddle and decided that in addition to regular old in-person conversation, the phone, the US mail and email, the curmudgeon world didn't need yet some other communication thingy. Curmudgeons already drive off the road when their cell phones ring, so avoiding yet another distraction seemed prudent.

Twitter seems aptly named - a service for twits - like chatty 13-year-old girls, politicians, actors and Donald Trump. So we decided to keep the Twitterverse where it belonged - as with small children, out of sight and out of mind.

Then the Twitterverse graduated from this image to recording the Arab Spring. Crap. Suddenly the Twitter thingamabob was big news. The rest of the Curmudgeon Societé Generale members started asking me about it. "Should we be on this Twitter thing?" "How does one GET 'on' Twitter'?" "Do I have to remember to type '.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 tag line: wait for the "next big thing" - that's where the smart money is. They're thrilled. My term as Societé technical expert expires shortly - I will be long gone if the shit actually hits the fan, but I'm betting on Brisco - something else will come along.