Tracey tells me that the WordPress plugin that e-mails my replies to your comments has stopped functioning. This is good news for you if you’re annoyed that you have to read my replies but are too polite to not include your e-mail address in your comments. But it makes me feel like one of those normal bloggers who can’t even have plugins.
I might as well not reply to comments at all!
I might as well stop blogging!
I MIGHT AS WELL DIE!!
Because there might be one of you out there who isn’t following me on Twitter, Google Buzz, or Gmail chat:
I updated www.lostandlonelyleftovers.com with a real doozy.
You should be subscribed to the RSS feed and sending me photos daily, anyway, but I understand that I haven’t exactly been as diligent about dropping food on the ground solely to take pictures of it to encourage you as I should have been.
I’ve sort of been thinking about changing the layout of my site, because I basically had no idea what I was doing when I chose my WordPress theme and only later discovered that mine was built for WordPress version 1.1 or something and was so messed up that it took the smarts of every programmer at my software company to make it look reasonable. And even now, its a complete wreck internally.
So, I’ve chosen a new layout and done a little work on it to make it suit me more, but basically all of my friends think it’s too emo for my subject matter. I like it, though!
What do you think? You know I can’t make decisions on my own.
Not to toot my own horn or anything, but Wylie’s cooking and my camera make a pretty good team on donuts4dinner.
Check it out if you like food that looks nothing like it does in nature, food that costs more than your monthly rent, or chefs made famous by being “Top Chef” judges.
So, this Twitter thing is sort of over, huh? After talking about it for weeks, my best friend, Tracey, convinced me to join last week so we won’t become those old ladies who wear Winnie the Pooh t-shirts, still listen to Poison, and are afraid of the Internet.
I added the 36 suggested people from my Gmail contacts, and 17 of them have added me back. SEVENTEEN! The other 20 of them haven’t logged into Twitter since August.
The problem is that I think I really like Twitter now. I didn’t see the point of it before, what with my writing dissertation-length diatribes here and all, but now I see that Twitter challenges me to be a better writer by forcing me to cram all of my brilliant thoughts into 140 characters. Or to be willing to separate them into twenty different tweets of 140 characters each. Doesn’t that sound great?!
Plus, I like the interface, and I like that I have so many fewer friends on there than on Facebook that I have some interest in keeping up. At this point, I actually care what my Twitter friends are saying, notice when they say something about me, and care to reply to them. Some of them are actually clever enough that I want to retweet their tweets! I was so busy being annoyed that CNN and Ashton Kutcher thought anyone cared what they said that I totally missed the boat. Sort of like the way I might someday actually watch any of the Star Wars movies and find out they’re not lame.
So follow me on Twitter! And also follow Tracey, because she doesn’t just spout feminist propaganda on there, unlike on her blog!
There’s also Bachelor Girl! And Noel! And Tessa! And Aaron! And Serial Monogamist! And Nat! And those are the only people I’ll imagine you’ll know, but you should add them all, because I want all of my friends to be friends with all of my other friends.
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