I Don't Understand My Brain Or Twitter Glitches Sometimes

As anyone who's read this blog before knows, I'm a Twitter person. Unfortunately, I have been hit with a somewhat annoying glitch. I keep my account protected to avoid the millions of spammers that roam the servers. In the last few days, people who want to follow my tweets can't, because Twitter isn't showing me the people on the follow requests page. And since they can't follow me, I can't even tell them that Twitter isn't working right.

It's frustrating, and I have checked out Twitter's help section to see about a solution. Apparently, they know about the problem, but haven't given any sign that they're even working on this problem. In fact, the help section page says that they put a fix for this on hold a couple of weeks ago. So if anyone who's reading this was looking to follow me, it could be a while before I can accept your request.

As to the brain part of the title, I don't understand it because I read a news story on how this 14 year old kid was forced to get a tattoo. Horrible story, but it got me thinking about getting another tattoo myself. I have 9 already, but they get addictive. So now, I'm working on artwork for number 10. Hopefully, I'll get it tweaked just right soon. I'm kind of exacting when it comes to tattoos.

Speaking of the artwork, back to it!

I Really Wasn't Going To Post This, But What The Hell

I was trying to write this post earlier. It made no sense to me then, and I don't know if it's going to now. I'm working from memory here, since I deleted the original. If anyone's reading, please be kind.

I haven't posted in a few days. Things have been kind of crazy, even for me. Found out on Tuesday that one of my great-uncles (I only have 2 left living, out of what used to seem like a few million.) had a stroke Monday night. Having just seen him a few days beforehand, I'm having a complete "does not compute" time with this. So I haven't been inspired to write more than 140 characters at a time.

While writing my 140 at a time, I noticed something. As a geek, I get asked a lot of tech questions. They don't bother me in the least. But I have a friend from another forum I spend time on that's just found me on twitter. Since I haven't been on this other forum for more than 5 minutes at a time lately, he's been without someone to ask about all this crazy tech stuff that I adore and confuses other people. (I said I'm a geek,right?) So, he's found me on Twitter, (I had no idea he'd signed up), and now has a reliable place to ask me about tech stuff.

As I've been helping him and others navigate the tech and electronics waters, it's becoming increasingly clear to me that answering tech questions in 140 characters is not that easy. It usually requires at least 2 tweets to answer. It probably doesn't help that if I'm not typing with my thumbs, I have this speed problem that seems to annoy the HELL out of Twitter's API.

So right now, I'm at a loss on what to do. Do I turn this blog into a Q&A on tech stuff? Do I spend more time on the other forum? (Note: I don't spend much time on the other forum because a lot of immature people have pretty much taken it over. Immaturity and I don't get along.) Do I give people looking for help my e-mail address and start checking it more than once every couple of days? Or, do I cave and finally get myself a facebook account?

I could use some advice, blogosphere.

Late Night Posts And News Before Bed

For those that don't know me very well, I am a news junkie. I like to know what's going on in my little corner of the world. However, I'm rapidly realizing that I probably shouldn't watch my local 10pm newscast. Yes, I'd like to know what the weather is going to be like the next day, but having Twitter open, some of the stories give me reasons to be a bit snarky on there. And that's just the ones that mildly annoy me. The truly stupid ones, though, I tend to leave alone. Except for commenting to myself, since I tend to have a sailor mouth, that is.

So I tuned in tonight, and after a snarky tweet or two, I remembered I have an early day tomorrow. Instead of turning off the TV and heading to bed, I realized that I didn't want to go to bed without seeing all of it. Which has led me to the conclusion that late news is bad for me. Or at least bad for my chances of getting sleep like a normal human being.

So I Got Bored

And here I am. Of course, it doesn't help that Twitter (my favorite pastime) is damn near dead, since I think everyone I follow on there has gone to bed. Ah, the joys of insomnia. So, I decided to start a blog. I don't know how often I'll be updating, but at the rate I'm going, it'll be quite a bit.

Not much of a start, I know (and all the *real* bloggers that follow me on Twitter, etc, are probably going "What the HELL??" by now), but stay tuned for the craziness that seems to follow me and the zoo I call my family.