Tuesday, May 12, 2009

dog's life

peacay sent me to Topinambours

and shortly after, I found myself looking at poochie


Caroline said...

No doubt poochie soothed your troubled brow. Did mine.

Caroline said...

Poor Flo!

Caroline said...

I wasn't sure where to put that. I refuse to knowingly become a Twit. My father told once that according to the telephone directory there are more Twits in Melbourne than there are in Sydney.

boynton said...

Yes, poochie did indeed.

Flo survived with dignity slightly less in tact ;)
It was a 30 second procedure for which one pays through the tooth. (Lucky I'm not the owner, just the walker.)

No worries about the twit. I was trying to put a toe in the water, but am possibly demonstrating that you can't really twitter on the sly and hope to understand it. Warning: will not work without network.
My worry is that small thoughts will get thwoughted (though where esle do they fly.)

Caroline said...

Your twittery is all I have been reading on the tweetspeak network. (For boynton esq., it makes for a good accessory.)

I'm not really sure how to find anyone else or go looking and I'm not really sure that I want to.

boynton said...

Yes, I think it's finding how best to accessorise.
Perhaps it will impact on blogging in the way that comments did. (I suspect lots of bloggers only found their blogging voice here)
Does Twitter promise a kind of raw candour like the bloggers of old?

peacay said...

This conversation makes almost no sense in the context it's set. I like that though.

Not tweeting , waving.

I find it amusingly ironic that the concept of eschewing IM and twitter for email is a mark of being old fashioned.

Me? I like to dabble. Dilettantism is the mark of a well-rounded webizen.

boynton said...

Waving, eh. I like the button
Let Me Know When It's Ready  
That seems to be a slogan for the well-rounded cynical-webizen with a healthy dose of Social-networking ennnui in tow.

(Or cynicism in tow too)

I agree about the uses of dabbling.