Twit
by Scott Hardie on April 3, 2007

Have you heard of Twitter? It's this great new web site where you report to your friends exactly what you're doing at that moment in time. Neat stuff! I can totally see the usefulness of it: (link)

One Reply to Twit

Anna Gregoline | April 3, 2007
I can't see the website at work, but I'm a little afraid - I, myself, and lots of people I know spend too much time online already - why would I want to report every thing I'm doing in real time, like I'm an announcer for my life?

Maybe I have the concept all wrong, I'll look at it from home.

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