Oh my what a morning I had. First off, I got an email from Pinterest saying I could join. That was an honour. Too bad I can not figure out how to do anything on the site except look at other people’s stuff. Oh well, it’s par for the course these days. It’s twitter that really did me in this morning. I joined twitter last year but never really used it until I started my blog. In many ways I find navigating twitter more confusing than navigating the blog. Thank god for my chief editor and technical advisor Babs who attempts to keep me in the techie-know and makes sure I continue being who I am - which, as you will see, is sometimes just kinda stupid.
This morning I saw that I had received an HM on twitter. (Hidden message for those not in the know – which was me until a week ago when Babs told me what it meant.) Yesterday I started to follow 2girlsonabench and the HM this morning was to thank me for the follow. “Well. Isn’t that nice,” I thought to myself, “for them to take the time to be courteous when the cyber world is so huge.” Right then and there I thought, I am going to do that too. When people follow me, I am going to thank them too just like the bench girls.
What I need to add at this point is that it was the morning. I did not have my glasses on and I need new glasses (translate: stronger prescription required). Please also keep in mind that last year I found out I have this annoying thing called task-oriented dystonia. Basically I can’t really write (with a pen, although some would argue I can’t write period). Typing I can still manage. Basically the pointer finger on my right hand starts to contract inward whenever I try to write. It causes just a little difficulty when typing on my blackberry. And, well, ya, it was my blackberry I was using when I decided to answer the 2 girls’ HM. So I held the blackberry at arms length (remember I had no glasses on) and I started to type but when I was done I had exceeded the character number and tried to delete back. Inadvertently, somehow I pressed send. So the beginning of my tweet went like this: ”I am new to logging and twitter… “ Yes, I typed logging. The dystonia finger slipped on me. I had to take my son out to his bus at that moment so I could do nothing about the faux pas. As I was coming back in my front door I started to imagine the conversation that the 2 girls would have should they see my HM response. Picture them say…..sitting on a bench. Tricia has her phone.
Tricia: Well this is weird.
Tricia: I sent an HM to thank this newbie for following us on twitter.
Siara: So. What’s so weird about that?
Tricia: Well she responded and it says “I am new to logging and twitter….”
Tricia: Yes. But here, look at her picture. She doesn’t look like a logger.
Siara: (looking at picture) No she certainly doesn’t. I always think of loggers as big and burly and, well, men.
Tricia: Me too. But she is Canadian.
Siara: But what would a logger be doing on twitter?
Tricia: I don’t know. Maybe she’s a blogger.
Siara: A logger blogger?
Tricia: Can loggers blog?
Siara: Well why not? But what kind of blog do you think she’d write?
Tricia: A log blog?
Oh dear god I am making such an impression aren’t I? Eventually I was able to delete the tweet re: the logging blogging and resend what I meant to say. Which is that I am new to blogging and twitter and that I think I will adopt their habit of thanking new followers. As I’ve done before let me just end by responding as my son would. /facepalm