Twitter; or, Ways in which I am less observant than one-eyed Saul Tigh.

[beccatoria]

So a while back I got convinced that I ought to sign up to Twitter as saultigh for a crazyawesome post-Revelations BSG crack-rpg game. And I did, and it was mightily amusing, because who doesn't love pretending to be a drunken one-eyed robot in 144 characters or less? NO ONE WORTH KNOWING, I CAN TELL YOU.

So anyway, I still occasionally post stuff there. Like once every few days when I'm bored or feeling silly, and today I got one of those emails from twitter saying "so and so is following you," and I thought, you know, I've gotten quite a lot of those lately, perhaps I should check that little sidebar thing and see how many there are. There's like a hundred of the frakkers following me! (Not counting the BSG in-character folks). Which I know isn't very many at all in the grand scheme of things, but hell, it's more people than have ever expressed a spontaneous interest in stuff I have to say in-character as a parody of someone else who is fictional ever before. So, um, yeah. Go me for getting the name "saultigh" on twitter before anyone else, I guess?

I feel...oddly pressured to perform and be funny or something. And a bit exposed. o.O

However if you're interested in me pretending to be a seventy-something robotic drunkard with depth perception problems and a hot knocked-up robot girlfriend - it's BYOB.

Comments

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Bah, I don't really understand twitter that much either (though it's surprisingly simple. It's not like there are options. You just type and hit the go button). But I'm glad you find it entertaining!

It's...surprisingly addictive. o_O