My entry, today, is supposed to have something to do with Going Green. OK, the logo above is decidedly NOT green. But stick with me on this. It'll all come out OK in the end. I promise!
As some of you know, Mrs. Scribe is on Twitter now. She "tweets," as it were. Whatever that means.
I "follow" 117 people. I have 141 "followers."
I have no idea what it all entails. I have no idea what I'm doing.
A student of mine raves that "Twitter is so cute, and so fun!" I'm told by friends that "Twitter's the next Facebook." But my longtime readers know what I think about Facebook & that ilk, right?
A former student requested that I "follow" her the other day. I complied. I receive up to 20 e-mails a day requesting that I follow complete strangers. I don't know where they're leading me, but like a lamb to the slaughter, I'm off down the Twittering path. I dutifully "tweet" daily, and scroll thru the 140-word missives of my "followers." Or those I'm "following." Or, whatever.
Thing is, I'm usually not known as a follower. I'm a leader. Except, apparently, where Twitter is concerned.
I'm tight with a few famous folks, who Tweet quite a bit. alplusk (Ashton Kutcher) is apparently a friend of mine. So's iamdiddy (Sean Combs, aka P Diddy, or whatevs). The newly rehabilitated Britney Spears. TheEllenShow is on my list, too. Never know when the Old Gal will need a dance partner, oui?
What's it all about? You probably shouldn't ask me. But I'm GREEN with envy at those of you who "get" this. Is anybody listening?
Editor's Note: The first of Mrs. Scribe's May contributions to the Random Complexity Writing Challenge. 276 Words.