Here I sit in front of my computer with nothing better to do than share with the world what Doonesbury calls "random brain droppings,” although Doonesbury coined the phrase in reference to the cultural phenomenon known as "twitter," not specifically for my musings, at least not to my knowledge. Then again, to use a cliché, if the shoe fits, wear it.

I know I've written about this topic before. In fact, I think I wrote about it in my last blog entry, which was months ago,  five to be exact. But then, the world has been too much with me for me to find time to share my random brain droppings with anyone, including my husband. Not that he minds. He has his own random brain droppings to keep him occupied.

My question is this: Why is Twitter so popular anyway? Why on earth does anyone think that anyone else in the whole wide world cares what he or she is thinking or doing every moment of every day? I don't even care what I'm thinking or doing every moment of every day. Then again, at my age, I often forget what I'm thinking or doing. For that matter, I often forget where I am or even who I am. Not that I care about that either. As Emily Dickinson once said (Or should I say "wrote"?), "I'm nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody, too?"

And that, you see, is the problem with this Twitter craze. It’s provided a forum for all these people who, like me, are nobody but want to be somebody, so they sit around, typing away, and boring other people to tears with their random brain droppings. But, unlike me, Tweeters (Or should I call them "Twitters" or perhaps "Twitterers"?) are limited to 140 words, which doesn’t allow them time to create a huge pile of brain droppings, so I guess that’s the plus side of twittering as compared to blogging. With twittering, you can't just keep prattling on and on and bore people indefinitely. Then again, I guess you can create one humongous pile through the sheer volume of your tweets, which makes up the difference in the end. 

And with that, since it’s now almost 2:00 in the morning here in the swamps of Louisiana, I’m going to sign off with some words of wisdom from that great writer, director, and philosopher Woody Allen. As he so wisely said, “You can’t ride two horses with one behind.” And what does that have to do with twittering? Absolutely nothing, and that’s the point.