140 characters. Click. Just told the world I’m a fool.
Actually, I haven’t — yet. But I’m aware of the potential.
I’ve had a whiney couple of days on twitter (conference envy — I’m a putrid green, the colour of mushy peas). I don’t think I’ve wildly embarrassed myself, but I’m definitely “sa-ad” in teenager speak. Or am I so out of date “sa-ad” dates me?
Ah dear. Twitter does have great potential to reveal character. All those off the cuff remarks recorded forever (thank you, Library of Congress).
I’m waiting for the character analysis algorithm that targets tweets and will reveal all. I’ll probably end up being a teddy bear with one ear missing, a chewed nose and a mad smile.