Twitter Redux

So I'm on twitter. I'm not terribly happy about it, but I've always been compulsively drawn to goofy crap like this. So now, if you add me on twitter you can find out that I've just given myself a pedicure, changed the light bulb in my refrigerator, or finished carrying the recycling to the curb. Won't your life be complete now? On the upside, the next time I'm being chased through Chinatown by international art thieves intent on executing me, I can whip out my cell phone and send off a text msg to twitter that says "help I'm being chased through Chinatown by international art thieves intent on executing me" and multiple twitter savvy rescuers will suddenly appear to save the day. I'll rest better with that trick up my sleeve.

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