Follow me, maybe.
Or don't! You'll get addicted anyway. There's no escaping the social network giant which is already looming over the majority of us.
The social community has taken us by storm; a storm which will blow your mind. For those of you who do not know, Twitter is a website designed for people to post their updates of the most interesting kind; what they're doing right now. Of course, you can't avoid this; like Facebook, you can access it anywhere, it's available on all platforms of technology (as if we don't have enough to try and avoid on this technology) and literally anyone can access your profile or "tweets" How fun!
"There are 100 million active Twitter users, 50% of these users log in every day" says the 20 Illuminating facts about Twitter: 2012 edition article. Looks like people are literally becoming addicted by this monster being forced upon us, with more joining everyday. The scary thing is you don't even have to send a request to someone to see their profile, unless their privacy settings are otherwise changed, anyone can be eyeing up your updates, anyone can follow you. I mean, do you really want random strangers following you and seeing your every move? It's not socially acceptable in real life, so why is it virtually okay? It sounds like a demented horror movie to me.
Of course, there are financial benefits to this system. From the Guardian article, S Bowers states "Twitter, which is tipped for an $11bn (£7.3bn) stock market flotation in New York, has filed small company accounts in Britain, reporting retained profits last year of just £92,408" which to me, sounds like a big contribution to our worsening economy.
Personally, despite the economically beneficial scheme, I seem to find myself agreeing with S Johnson from The TIME article "How Twitter Will Change the Way We Live", in thinking to myself, "Why does the world need this, exactly?"
What do you think? Are you hooked on followers? Post your comments!
Bibliography
Johnson, S (05/06/09) How Twitter Will Change the Way We Live article in TIME magazine (accessed 20/10/13)
Collier, S (16/07/12) 20 illuminating facts about Twitter: 2012 edition article on PR Daily (accessed 20/10/13)
Bowers, S (05/07/13) Twitter UK reports retained profits of less than £100,000 Guardian article (accessed 20/10/13)
Sunday, 20 October 2013
Sunday, 13 October 2013
Travel writing - Rush of New York
Taxi here. Taxi there. Taxi everywhere. I arrived at the airport, with a slightly false smile and damaged self esteem, I thought first class was supposed to be good? Tell that to the delays and derogatory mountains of people all scrambling to the beds. Of course, New York would all make up for this right? Well turns out, New York is called 'the city that never sleeps' for a reason, I thought this was positive, until I saw how many taxi drivers really are profane and extremely ill mannered. You see, I found this leaflet; 'You'll enjoy every aspect of this magnificent city. The Statue of Liberty was originally French, and the Empire State building is 443 metres tall, so maybe YOU can tell us how the weather really is up there!" This sounded promising to me.
First port of call was of course the Statue of Liberty, the original French monument sounded perfect for me. I love history, and all things French! Turns out, this place is just a magnet for tacky souvenirs and annoying tourists throwing their cameras in people's faces. I mean, how many angles of something can you take a picture of? Would have been nice to see the statue without some form of body part in the way.
Next place was the Empire State building, which I had even higher hopes for. I didn't even get to it before all these police cars and ambulances were flying past, like some sort of natural disaster had happened. I got closer, and saw a minuscule figure at the top, finally something exciting! Not the good kind of exciting, of course. So, they got this person down and I got a chance to get to the top - not something worth waiting for! The experience proved to be a disappointing waste of time, all I've had is tourists clinging to me for a picture, taxis screeching into my ear with a brain melting force, and a view of the city, which wasn't the highlight. The highlight you ask? Going home!
First port of call was of course the Statue of Liberty, the original French monument sounded perfect for me. I love history, and all things French! Turns out, this place is just a magnet for tacky souvenirs and annoying tourists throwing their cameras in people's faces. I mean, how many angles of something can you take a picture of? Would have been nice to see the statue without some form of body part in the way.
Next place was the Empire State building, which I had even higher hopes for. I didn't even get to it before all these police cars and ambulances were flying past, like some sort of natural disaster had happened. I got closer, and saw a minuscule figure at the top, finally something exciting! Not the good kind of exciting, of course. So, they got this person down and I got a chance to get to the top - not something worth waiting for! The experience proved to be a disappointing waste of time, all I've had is tourists clinging to me for a picture, taxis screeching into my ear with a brain melting force, and a view of the city, which wasn't the highlight. The highlight you ask? Going home!
Friday, 4 October 2013
Monologue
(Geoffrey is sat at home in the bedroom, he is sat in the armchair with a glass of wine)
I'm bored. I've tried so hard to satisfy Susan, but the most attention I get is from Mrs Smith from the shop down the road. I get the same food everyday and as much i'd like to, shall I say, spice up our life in the bedroom, she has none of it. She's not happy and neither am I. I want her to be involved in my spirituality, I want her to be involved with my status and I want her to be involved in my popularity. I do well in my job and everything I can to please both Susan and God - what if she's bored too? What if she doesn't understand mine and God's role in the community? Maybe I need to help her find God. She's left me no choice..
I met Mrs Belcher last night. She came over to discuss the Winter fete next month, and wanted to add a religious aspect to it. I'm delighted the people here are so into religion, except Susan of course. Mrs Belcher looked ravishing, wearing her pearl earrings which lit up her face, and her angelic blonde hair. Things got too far, and we had a little tiff. I feel so ashamed, but Susan looks so bored and displeased recently, and I am to, this is why i'm hoping to meet with this fine lady tomorrow eve. I hope God forgives me.
She should feel lucky. It's not my fault she's not appreciating my importance here, because I am of course the most essential ingredient to our community. I don't care if she's bored, I have loads of other ladies falling at my feet, I don't know how anyone could not like me.
I'm bored. I've tried so hard to satisfy Susan, but the most attention I get is from Mrs Smith from the shop down the road. I get the same food everyday and as much i'd like to, shall I say, spice up our life in the bedroom, she has none of it. She's not happy and neither am I. I want her to be involved in my spirituality, I want her to be involved with my status and I want her to be involved in my popularity. I do well in my job and everything I can to please both Susan and God - what if she's bored too? What if she doesn't understand mine and God's role in the community? Maybe I need to help her find God. She's left me no choice..
I met Mrs Belcher last night. She came over to discuss the Winter fete next month, and wanted to add a religious aspect to it. I'm delighted the people here are so into religion, except Susan of course. Mrs Belcher looked ravishing, wearing her pearl earrings which lit up her face, and her angelic blonde hair. Things got too far, and we had a little tiff. I feel so ashamed, but Susan looks so bored and displeased recently, and I am to, this is why i'm hoping to meet with this fine lady tomorrow eve. I hope God forgives me.
She should feel lucky. It's not my fault she's not appreciating my importance here, because I am of course the most essential ingredient to our community. I don't care if she's bored, I have loads of other ladies falling at my feet, I don't know how anyone could not like me.
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