I don’t know about this whole Twitter thing. On the one hand, I have to do everything my friend Ed does. On the other hand, you already know what I do pretty much daily, and it’s not that exciting. Do you really need an hour-by-hour breakdown? Isn’t that sending the wrong message to potential stalkers?
But I’ll give it a month. One month where I dip a toe into the pool where all the cool kids are skinny-dipping, while keeping the other foot firmly planted on dry, sensible land. I’ll just keep straddling those two ever-diverging worlds until I give myself a groin pull.
Of course, I thought I’d hate blogging and it turns out I was dead wrong, so you never know. The Twitter feed is down there on the left under Says the Chef. Be warned that I’ll have to give up some of my other modes of communication to balance things out. No more talking, for example. Shhhh. And I’ve finally had it with Morse code.