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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