I finally took the plunge.
Or, as they say, the twunge.
I signed up for Twitter. Now I can tweet and talk to my tweeps.
I resisted for a long time. But not because I’m afraid of technology. I’ve got me some Facebooks. I love my iPhone, iPad and TiVo.
But for a long time, I was pretty sure Twitter was just for the snarks and the blah-blahs.
I’d scan it now and then, but I didn’t want to participate in its rarely-ceasing waterfall of digital comments.
But then a guy named Steve Buttry, who evangelizes social media and community interaction for the company that runs the company that owns my company (got that?), suggested Twitter might improve my personal leadership skills. He said, roughly, “You need to provide strong personal leadership in engaging with the community using social media.”
(I used quotes so as to not “commit a Romanesko.” )
*Romanesko never actually, to my knowledge, used the phrase “commit a Romanesko,” so I’m not actually quoting him. It’s more like using quotes to indicate a figure of speech.
* Just don’t fire me.
* I wish my name could be used as a verb, like, “I went on a McElhinny” — meaning, “tangent.”
BradMcElhinny Here goes.
I appeared as an egg.
I quickly uploaded the only flattering photo of me in existence and dashed off a tweet to Steve.
@stevebuttry Here I am! Please send me pie.
Still no pie, but I have some followers and some people I follow. It’s been fun so far, and tweeple have been welcoming. So give me a follow — (I prefer to say “foller”) — and maybe I’ll follow you too. I’ll try to keep the snark and the blah-blahs to a minimum.