July 17, 2008
Twitter rocks my world. I’ve been actively using it for 6ish months now, and it has quite literally changed the way I communicate with my core group of friends. From random status updates to pithy remarks to thinly-veiled insults, it’s a constant battle of one-uppery. At it’s peak activity, it’s not too far removed from 7 or 8 people sitting around a table, all actively taking part in three different conversations at the same time. It’s madness, and it’s positively glorious.
As much as I love it, my phone is getting one heckuva work out. Of the 40 or so people that I follow on Twitter, I get mobile updates for about ten of them. There are nights where I will receive upwards of 30 or 40 text messages over the course of a couple of hours, and send another dozen. It’s only slightly less hectic than it sounds and infinitely more entertaining than it really has any right to be.
Fortunately, I’m on a phone plan that gives me 1,500 text messages a month. Unfortunately, even that exorbitant amount wasn’t enough for this past billing cycle.
@twitterbuddies You owe me 10 bucks.