Digga Digga Digga Doom Doom, Etc.

Hm, so in a quest to answer that gnawing "what the eff is twitter" question, as well as to see DAg's "Cheese makes me sleepy" tweet with my own two, I signed up for an account this week. Just in time, too, as this week lots of Twitterphernalia came across my consciousness.

First, Aziz, the almost but not really famous guy from Parks and Rec (who formerly was my favorite) decided to use his almost but not real fame to blast movie theatres for their screen standards and related costs through Twitter. Blah. This brought me to the realization that if I were almost but not really famous, I'd save it all up and use it to, you know, go on vacation or something peacable like that. Would I bring Twitter into it? Yeah, I'd probably use it to brag about the margs I was drinking to rehydrate my skin from all that sun and seawater.

After that hullabaloo, I started temping, wasting away my days online and answering phones. In an attempt to make solid use of time betwixt calls, I started my research. I got an account, started following Shaq, and waited for an aha moment re: what the eff is going on. I still haven't gotten there, but here are some realizations:

1. Really nobody is using Twitter other than Shaq and people on couches and people making fun of Shaq and people on couches.
2. Shaq is hilarious.
3. Finally I agree with Kanye on something. Caplocks are loud! (He blogged about how he doesn't Twitter, using all caps so that we would know he was shouting, then pointing out that the caps meant he was shouting.)
4. Finally, I learned that Shaq loves onomatopoeia!

(Drumroll) Digga digga digga doom doom I am going home now! (And not tweeting about it.)