Did you hear the gushing BP oil well was capped today?
I've only been down here in the Gulf for 8 days.
My daughter, a die hard LaBron James fan, and I have had many discussions about LaBron James over the last year or so.
We don't always agree.
Tonight she told me King James has been tweeting on twitter and that I should check it out.
No problem, I'm a..... twitterer. Or at least I signed up for an account a year ago, after which I have done absolutely nothing with it.
I could see that this social networking phenomenon was passing me by and I didn't want to be left out so I made a conscious decision a while back to try to keep up. The first thing I signed up for was My Space. And again, after hitting the "confirm" button, I've never been back to visit. But I am a member.
Is there still a My Space?
Twitter was my next attempt to prove that I wasn't getting to old for this stuff.
Then Facebook sunk it's gossipy little claws into me, and it's there I do most of my spying.
I'm not real active on there, but I do sign in regularly to see what others are up to.
In a 10 minute visit to Facebook I can tell that all my children are ok. They might be "tired" or "hate Monday's " or had a "great week at work", but the bottom line is I know they're ok.
My wife, nah, no Facebook for her yet. I just recently had her trained to check her email more than once a week.
I can see my brother and sister and some niece's and nephews are doing well. It's really a great tool for worry warts.
I think my need to stay current may have something to do with my Dad. He was a life long journalist who has been in the big Press Club in the sky since 1989, so he didn't have the pleasure of seeing his kids borderline inappropriate pictures posted on Facebook.
In '89, computers weren't in every home, but they were making great headway into most businesses. Dad wasn't the first one to wrap his arms around this computer age, so even toward the end of his career, you could here the tap..tap...tap..tap of his old typewriter, as he banged out another column down in the den at our house. It worked for him, believe me.
I didn't want to be the guy writing letters in cursive while the world was twitting away.
So I'm all over this electronic age we live in.
So when my daughter told me to check out LaBron, I didn't have to go to the library and dig through old newspapers to see the latest.
I just signed on to my twitter account and was shocked I have 6 followers. I haven't done a thing in 1 year?
I was even more shocked to find I am a follower of Jimmy Falon and Felica Day. What? How did that happen?
I perused my account and saw that on May 2, 2009 at 1250 PM that I felt the need to twit,
"Just ordered my new air card."
I guess at the time I felt that was some very important info I needed to get out to the public.
I need to go check out King James on Twitter.