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I Guess I'll Mention Twitter Again

It's a shameless ploy for page views. Or is it "pageviews" or "page-views"? The counter doesn't even make sense; it starts a new day at 6 PM, meaning it's set for GMT. Bob suggested I change it, but I've grown to love it. Except that there's no rhyme or reason to how many people show up.

But if I mention Twitter, dating, or sex, I'll bet the views go through the roof. Ha! I could use all three in a sentence, and even (mostly) tell the truth: "I don't believe in Twitter, dating, or sex before marriage."

Well, it's not entirely true that I don't believe in dating. I don't believe in randomly hanging out with people you find attractive for no reason. Isn't that what it really is? Oh, people might have reasons, but they have to hide them, in order to seem normal. Somehow, a series of dinners or activities with one person is supposed to tell you who he or she is. And the heathen make even less sense; they just have sex on the first "date" or whenever they want. On one level, that must be nice. On the other, I guess it doesn't mean anything. Isn't something that powerful supposed to mean something? I think so.

I guess it's not true that I don't believe in Twitter, either. I love the hash-tags. This is what Word or Windows is telling me; it is "hash-tags." That doesn't make sense, either. It looks like it should be a badge for a Frequent Eater program at IHOP: "Want a discount? Don't forget your hash-tag."

But I don't have Twitter. I don't really miss it. Because we know I spend too much time on the internet as it is. And if people can make me angry with their inane Facebook postings and capricious "unfriending," Twitter would be even worse. And I still don't say anything important with 140 characters or less.

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