I am a Dreamer

"It wont be easy, you'll think it's strange when I try to explain how I feel..."

So "whats up" with this Twitter thing anyways, all I keep hearing from these dodgy gossip websites that Mike checks regularly is Twitter me this, Tweeeeter me that... so I joined. Don't worry I am not a follower, nor am cheating on you guys - Twitter is in a totally different area code, so you can forget about writing me all that hate mail. But if you must, plz put "My faather levt me Biliones, I neede yur help" in the subject line, so they go to my special "urgent inbox". I am just doing some "research" on how this silly little backyard operation we call the internet is radically changing the life of lego and lemonade that I once used to enjoy - without virtually telling everyone about it.

So Twitter, "what are you doing" is the potentially life non-altering question it poses to all the brave and noble laureates is has so tactfully recruited. So I pondered... for about 2 minutes, while I was making my instant coffee... who on earth cares about, "what you are doing", why would I ever want to know, or even bother to ask... what a silly question!! - wait, stop the press, hehe, I mean, someone bend the fiber optic cable that sits miles under the ocean, I just thought of something...

What do you say to someone, after looking at the floor, pretending to talk on your cellphone or yawning at critical points has failed you!!! - Oh Hey!! Whats up?? - Hmmmm I was born at night... but it wasnt last night - isn't "Whats up?" interchangeable with "Hows it going?", "Whats shakin?", "Hows life treatin ya?", "Is that spinach in your teeth?" - and if those all equal pi, then pi must be equal to "What are you doing??!!!" - so we have a verdict, mail it in, hehe, publish the post - Twitter allows you to outsource the tedious task of being involved in peoples lives - brilliant.

Tweet. Tweet.

If any of you read this far and are still wondering what is up with that picture... you should have read my Twitter.