What Happen, CSmith?

I'll tell you what happened.

I. Got. Twitter.

And I like it. I can now send each mundanity into the intarwebs as soon as I think it (from phone OR from desk) and my 70 or 80 something followers will read it. I can follow my celebrity crushes: Nathan Fillion, Spencer Humm, Russel Brand, Joss Whedon anyone I want (who also has twitter). I don't have to compose my thoughts, I need to edit them so they're less than 141 characters.

And so I open this blog once a week or so, knowing that no one on this blog is also on twitter (or blindly assuming anyway) so they won't know my EVERY THOUGHT unless I call them... or facebook them... or (godforbid?) SEE them! And I still cannot blog. I cannot think of enough information to post. I am not the first to go through this, I know! http://johndellaporta.blogspot.com/ I am also too lazy to find his entry about how twitter once destroyed his ability to blog. But boy watches TV and still works at STC so he's got the advantage on blogging...

Me, I hide under my boss's desk to avoid docents. I post and retweet Harry Potter articles and pictures. I re-discover Google Reader thanks to Reichelt and get addicted to this blog: http://booksidoneread.blogspot.com/ I see MASSIVE amounts of theatre in my notsofree time and spend what minutes we have simultaneously awake with Andrew. I rehearse Longacre Lea on good and bad days. I WATCH HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3 in the office at work on a Friday.

And all of this goes into my twitter feed (I'm linthenerd, if you're looking). Or on Facebook. Why should I blog at all?

Because I should and it's therapeutic and stuff.

I'll do two posts in one day because it seems wrong to write about twitter and my theatre life in one article.

Future Project for when I have too much time on my hands: go through the blog and add tags.