Just testing this bloody-minde…
Just testing this bloody-minded Twitter widget. Nothing to see here.
During our spring break in Poland someone, somehow, obtained access to my Twitter account and posted a cryptic update — nothing too alarming, other than the fact that it wasn’t mine. I might not have noticed it except that it was propagated into a status update on the Book Of The Face and some people commented on it.
This caused me to start changing passwords. (It turns out that I have a lot of passwords.) The new Twitter password broke the Wordpress widget that pulls in the weekly Twitter digest. It has taken me a month to deal with it. It would appear that TwitterTools, the otherwise excellent plugin that does this job, can’t accept symbols in a password, but I was not clever in diagnosing this limitation, and have spent a lot longer than should have been necessary becoming very angry with the internet.
And yes, I know that outsourcing the tiny amount of activity here to Twitter is the very definition of phoning it in, but it’s the only way to ensure that my mother knows whether or not I am still alive.
1) And I thought you were being funny! No, I really did think it was funny.
2) Yes, once a month your mother can find out if you are alive. If she happens to check on the 12th. She may have given up by now. Ooh, that sounds way bitchier than it was sposed to. But we (I) do miss the quality of writing on this site, when this was your main source of communicating with us stateside. Twitter/FB, etc., while clever, is just not the same.
Comment by gaoo — Sunday 10 May 09 @ 00.29 MDT+2.00
I know what you mean. At the same time that I am becoming aware of the changes in my expectations of others and myself in the communication vein, I find myself not being entirely comfortable with the stripping away of things. I liked writing here and keep hoping that things will conspire to make it more likely to happen more.
Comment by sgazzetti — Sunday 10 May 09 @ 00.52 MDT+2.00