At last count, I had almost 800 Twitter followers, and not all of them are friends, family or trolls. Some of them are actually famous.
This has always been something that thrills me. I've always suspected that celebrities are too busy to spend much time looking for people to follow on Twitter. Sometimes when I check out a celebrity on Twitter my hypothesis is supported: they'll have 2.3 billion followers, but they themselves will be following 13 people.
So I consider it a badge of honor for one to follow me, because I feel like I must've tweeted something that resonated with them. Or they were wicked drunk one night and did something they now regret. I prefer to go with Option A.
There are other times when I wonder if this is the real person, but they have the blue checkmark badge next to their account that verifies its authenticity so I know it's actually them.
I could actually compile a list of quite a few icons who follow me. But for the purpose of this blog I'm leaving out authors, who I'm more likely to know because of my grad school experience and because I feel like authors who follow me is a standalone blog in and of itself.
Anyway, here are a few well-known folks who follow me.
Jerry Remy (@Jerry_Remy) -- I was honored when the Rem Dawg started following me but not shocked, as I tweet a lot about Boston sports and he's the Red Sox color guy. He's kept a much lower profile the past couple of years, understandably so, and now most of his tweeting is linking to The Remy Report. But he makes it easier for me to keep up with the Red Sox.
Ervin Santana (@ErvinSantana_54) -- MLB pitcher, just signed with the Minnesota Twins after spending last season with the Atlanta Braves. I'm a little surprised Santana follows me because, while Santana played for several teams in a 10-year MLB career, none of those teams has been the Red Sox. And I live tweet football more than anything else, not baseball. But hey, happy to have him on board.
Arika Kane (@arikakane) -- R&B recording artist. Also a New England homie, born in Killingly, Connecticut. If you need some smooth ballads to get your significant other in the mood, play some Arika Kane.
Len Saunders (@lensaunders) -- I actually had no idea who Len Saunders was when he started following me. But he's Twitter-verified and also has a Wikipedia page devoted to him (albeit a short one), so I'm including him here. He's a children's health expert and author.
Taye Diggs (@TayeDiggs) -- One morning not too long ago I woke up to an email notification that the Rent, Private Practice and The Best Man actor was following me on Twitter. I was pretty fired up. He follows a lot of people (like hundreds of thousands) so he's more of an everyman Twitter guy. I am honored.
Ali Spagnola (@alispagnola) -- My newest brush with greatness. Pop/rock electronica artist who compiled The Power Hour Album, an album of 60 one-minute songs you can drink a shot to (because apparently you can buy it in a USB/shot glass) and get hammered by the end of the album. She followed me on National Pi Day (March 14), and that geekiness alone has me excited to have her as a follower.
There you have it. Now hopefully I haven't pissed them off and made them unfollow me.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Music: What I Listen To...An Unscientific Sampling
The question was recently posed to me: "So, Phil, what kind of music do you listen to?"
After a brief pause I said, "A little bit of everything." This comment received a weird look, followed by a "That's so cliché."
And I'm like, Wow, that's a little harsh. Anybody who knows me reasonably well has heard me quote lyrics from pretty much every genre of music. I have no radio stations programmed in my car, opting instead to change the radio knob until I find a song I like (perhaps bad news for other motorists, but it's always been how I roll).
But this did get me thinking. Shortly after this conversation took place, I had a day where I had to do a lot of driving (more on that in a future blog). And I decided that one way I could occupy my mind during the long drive was by keeping tally of what songs I listened to by format.
This, of course, is an inexact science. Some artists have crossed over from one genre to another. A few years ago you could only hear Imagine Dragons on modern rock stations but nowadays they're a pretty common staple on adult contemporary/pop stations. By definition anything that's an "oldie," at some point, fell into another genre. Taylor Swift used to be country and now she's pop; Darius Rucker used to be pop and now he's country. Some artists don't like to be categorized, period.
But, for better or worse, here are the results (drumroll, please):
Modern rock: 15 songs
Pop/adult contemporary: 12
Classic rock: 10
Hip-hop/R&B: 10
Country: 9
Oldies: 4
Classical: 1 (I lucked out on this day and heard Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries".)
Also, I listened to four segments of Sports Talk Radio (this car trip took place during all the craziness involving Super Bowl XLIX, which was pretty tough to ignore).
I'd say that's more or less a pretty balanced sampling. For whatever reason, radio stations seem to cluster all of songs I like (particularly in hip-hop and country) at once, so if I did this on any other day you could probably flip-flop any of the top 5 genres above in any order. And, bearing that out, on this day I heard two of my favorite modern rock songs, "SAIL" and "Do I Wanna Know" multiple times, which ma\y have edged modern rock into the top spot.
So, Person Who Wanted To Know What I Listen To, here is your definitive answer...sort of.
After a brief pause I said, "A little bit of everything." This comment received a weird look, followed by a "That's so cliché."
And I'm like, Wow, that's a little harsh. Anybody who knows me reasonably well has heard me quote lyrics from pretty much every genre of music. I have no radio stations programmed in my car, opting instead to change the radio knob until I find a song I like (perhaps bad news for other motorists, but it's always been how I roll).
But this did get me thinking. Shortly after this conversation took place, I had a day where I had to do a lot of driving (more on that in a future blog). And I decided that one way I could occupy my mind during the long drive was by keeping tally of what songs I listened to by format.
This, of course, is an inexact science. Some artists have crossed over from one genre to another. A few years ago you could only hear Imagine Dragons on modern rock stations but nowadays they're a pretty common staple on adult contemporary/pop stations. By definition anything that's an "oldie," at some point, fell into another genre. Taylor Swift used to be country and now she's pop; Darius Rucker used to be pop and now he's country. Some artists don't like to be categorized, period.
But, for better or worse, here are the results (drumroll, please):
Modern rock: 15 songs
Pop/adult contemporary: 12
Classic rock: 10
Hip-hop/R&B: 10
Country: 9
Oldies: 4
Classical: 1 (I lucked out on this day and heard Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries".)
Also, I listened to four segments of Sports Talk Radio (this car trip took place during all the craziness involving Super Bowl XLIX, which was pretty tough to ignore).
I'd say that's more or less a pretty balanced sampling. For whatever reason, radio stations seem to cluster all of songs I like (particularly in hip-hop and country) at once, so if I did this on any other day you could probably flip-flop any of the top 5 genres above in any order. And, bearing that out, on this day I heard two of my favorite modern rock songs, "SAIL" and "Do I Wanna Know" multiple times, which ma\y have edged modern rock into the top spot.
So, Person Who Wanted To Know What I Listen To, here is your definitive answer...sort of.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
The VDP3K (aka My Laptop) Rising From the Ashes
About three weeks ago I woke up in the middle of the night because all the water I drank that evening caught up to me and necessitated a bathroom trip.
It was 3am. It was dark. I was groggy. As I rolled out of bed I stumbled and, to avoid kissing the floor, grabbed onto something to balance myself.
That something turned out to be my laptop. And I turned out to not know my own strength.
I grabbed the laptop with such force that I cracked the screen.
I've been pretty fond of my laptop (aka the Vibra Dream Plus 3000, I named it after a device in a novel that a friend of mine and I once read). One time it got a virus, but this was quickly rectified by Geek Squad. Other than that, in the four years I've had it the VDP3K has run like a charm. Also, I have a lot of files saved on it that are of value to me. Not being able to see the screen would render my laptop pretty useless. Would I somehow be able to recover those files?
I went back to Best Buy, and Geek Squad confirmed the worst. It'd probably cost about as much to fix the screen as it would to buy a whole new laptop -- if they even can even get their hands on such a screen; there's a running joke amongst my friends about how unnecessarily big the VDP3K is and screens of that size are hard to find.
I can't believe I did that, I said to myself. I'm such an idiot.
I'm functional with technology but certainly wouldn't call myself a techie. But this is the part of the story where the wheels in my head started turning. I could probably just hook it up to my TV and build my own makeshift screen. There were two problems with this scenario though: 1) my TV is equally old and I wasn't sure it had the necessary HDMI port, and 2) even if it did, most of the time when I'm watching TV I'm also on my computer, live tweeting something or just surfing the 'Net, and this would inhibit multitasking.
I could, however, probably get my hands on a pretty cheap monitor.
I trudged back to Best Buy and looked for the most inexpensive monitor with an HDMI port. Of course it was out of stock. But the sales guy told me they were getting their delivery the next day.
Now to give it a shot.
I've never hooked up a monitor before. I felt like Dr. Frankenstein, wanting to shout "IT'S ALIVE!" But I successfully hooked up the monitor to the VDP3K. And I did it all by myself.
I've spent the past few days emailing important files to myself, in case something crazy like this ever happens again. This new setup (laptop with a monitor next to it) is a little white-trashy. But I'm not always big on style points. To save a big chunk of money AND the VDP3K, it was totally worth it.
It was 3am. It was dark. I was groggy. As I rolled out of bed I stumbled and, to avoid kissing the floor, grabbed onto something to balance myself.
That something turned out to be my laptop. And I turned out to not know my own strength.
I grabbed the laptop with such force that I cracked the screen.
I've been pretty fond of my laptop (aka the Vibra Dream Plus 3000, I named it after a device in a novel that a friend of mine and I once read). One time it got a virus, but this was quickly rectified by Geek Squad. Other than that, in the four years I've had it the VDP3K has run like a charm. Also, I have a lot of files saved on it that are of value to me. Not being able to see the screen would render my laptop pretty useless. Would I somehow be able to recover those files?
I went back to Best Buy, and Geek Squad confirmed the worst. It'd probably cost about as much to fix the screen as it would to buy a whole new laptop -- if they even can even get their hands on such a screen; there's a running joke amongst my friends about how unnecessarily big the VDP3K is and screens of that size are hard to find.
I can't believe I did that, I said to myself. I'm such an idiot.
I'm functional with technology but certainly wouldn't call myself a techie. But this is the part of the story where the wheels in my head started turning. I could probably just hook it up to my TV and build my own makeshift screen. There were two problems with this scenario though: 1) my TV is equally old and I wasn't sure it had the necessary HDMI port, and 2) even if it did, most of the time when I'm watching TV I'm also on my computer, live tweeting something or just surfing the 'Net, and this would inhibit multitasking.
I could, however, probably get my hands on a pretty cheap monitor.
I trudged back to Best Buy and looked for the most inexpensive monitor with an HDMI port. Of course it was out of stock. But the sales guy told me they were getting their delivery the next day.
Now to give it a shot.
I've never hooked up a monitor before. I felt like Dr. Frankenstein, wanting to shout "IT'S ALIVE!" But I successfully hooked up the monitor to the VDP3K. And I did it all by myself.
I've spent the past few days emailing important files to myself, in case something crazy like this ever happens again. This new setup (laptop with a monitor next to it) is a little white-trashy. But I'm not always big on style points. To save a big chunk of money AND the VDP3K, it was totally worth it.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
My Most Unusual Valentine's Day Ever
A few years ago I bought a package of personal training sessions and was paired up with a trainer named Jodie. Jodie was a great trainer. She always knew the right thing to say to keep me motivated, both when I was doing well and not so well. She joked around with me and in turn I dished it back to her.
Jodie was also fun to look at.
I thought about asking her out, but one day she casually mentioned a boyfriend. So I re-focused on getting into better shape.
This particular package of sessions ran though February, and soon it was close to Valentine's Day, I had a training session with Jodie and she asked me if I had any plans. This particular Valentine's Day was in the middle of the week and I was single, so I had nothing special planned.
"What about you?" I asked her. She told me she was having dinner with her boyfriend at her place.
I kind of forgot about that conversation, until I was watching TV that Valentine's Day night and my phone rang. I looked at my caller ID. It was a phone number that wasn't programmed in, but looked vaguely familiar. So I answered.
"Hi, Phil?" says the voice on the other line.
"Yes?"
"It's Jodie."
We talked for about 20 minutes. We laughed. We had some really great conversations during my training sessions and this was one of the best. And then there was that lull that inevitably occurs in every conversation, and my curiosity got the best of me.
"So....you having dinner with the boyfriend?"
Pause.
"Oh yeah, yeah," she said, "we're getting ready to eat." And this began the wrapping up of the conversation.
After that conversation, there was that part of me that always wondered if I should've pushed the envelope with Jodie and pursued something.
That said, only she really knows why she called me -- maybe she got into a fight with the boyfriend and everything smoothed over a few minutes later. Maybe she was just being friendly. Or maybe there was no boyfriend. Who knows? Certainly not me.
In any event, at the time my training sessions were about to run out and I was about to move from Connecticut back home to Massachusetts, and I've never been excited about the long-distance thing. We did stay in touch for a little while. But I'm a firm believer in destiny, that if things are meant to be they'll happen, particularly when it comes to relationships.
I woke up this morning and for some reason this phone conversation with Jodie popped into my head. Probably because it's almost Valentine's Day. Probably because I don't think I've ever told the story. I always thought was an interesting one. It's certainly not a Valentine's Day story I expected, even if nothing really happened.
Jodie was also fun to look at.
I thought about asking her out, but one day she casually mentioned a boyfriend. So I re-focused on getting into better shape.
This particular package of sessions ran though February, and soon it was close to Valentine's Day, I had a training session with Jodie and she asked me if I had any plans. This particular Valentine's Day was in the middle of the week and I was single, so I had nothing special planned.
"What about you?" I asked her. She told me she was having dinner with her boyfriend at her place.
I kind of forgot about that conversation, until I was watching TV that Valentine's Day night and my phone rang. I looked at my caller ID. It was a phone number that wasn't programmed in, but looked vaguely familiar. So I answered.
"Hi, Phil?" says the voice on the other line.
"Yes?"
"It's Jodie."
We talked for about 20 minutes. We laughed. We had some really great conversations during my training sessions and this was one of the best. And then there was that lull that inevitably occurs in every conversation, and my curiosity got the best of me.
"So....you having dinner with the boyfriend?"
Pause.
"Oh yeah, yeah," she said, "we're getting ready to eat." And this began the wrapping up of the conversation.
After that conversation, there was that part of me that always wondered if I should've pushed the envelope with Jodie and pursued something.
That said, only she really knows why she called me -- maybe she got into a fight with the boyfriend and everything smoothed over a few minutes later. Maybe she was just being friendly. Or maybe there was no boyfriend. Who knows? Certainly not me.
In any event, at the time my training sessions were about to run out and I was about to move from Connecticut back home to Massachusetts, and I've never been excited about the long-distance thing. We did stay in touch for a little while. But I'm a firm believer in destiny, that if things are meant to be they'll happen, particularly when it comes to relationships.
I woke up this morning and for some reason this phone conversation with Jodie popped into my head. Probably because it's almost Valentine's Day. Probably because I don't think I've ever told the story. I always thought was an interesting one. It's certainly not a Valentine's Day story I expected, even if nothing really happened.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
The Day My Twitter Surpassed My Facebook
My experience with social media follows a pattern:
1) I create an account with a social networking site
2) I sit on the sidelines and observe for awhile until I get a good feel of what it's all about.
3) Then I jump in with both feet.
It happened with Facebook -- I joined in late 2007 but didn't post anything to my Wall until January 2009 (first Facebook status update, 1/7/2009: "Phil is trying on his new boots"). A few months after that initial post, I created a Twitter account, sat around and watched what this microblogging thing was all about, and since then I've tweeted more than 10,000 times.
Once I started working each site in earnest, I picked up friends/followers. But since I found Facebook first, I always had more Facebook friends than Twitter followers. Until recently.
Over the past couple of years I've gotten into the habit of livetweeting TV -- mostly NFL football games and The Bachelor. This is not necessarily something I'm proud of (I guess maybe it's a creative outlet for my snarky side?), but it's caused me to gain a lot of new Twitter followers. And a few days ago my number of Twitter followers, for the first time, surpassed my number of Facebook friends.
For some reason this bothered me.
I had a tough time putting my finger on exactly why, but then I figured it out. Twitter is much more anonymous. While I can say that I've, at worst, held at least one conversation with virtually every one of my Facebook friends, many of my Twitter followers are people I don't know at all. And if someone wants to follow you on Twitter you really can't prevent it, outside of outright blocking them, which I've had to do from time to time because someone who followed me began posting very inappropriate tweets.
Sometimes I feel like Twitter is the casual sex of social media, while Facebook is more of a long-term relationship.
Now that's not to say Facebook doesn't have melodrama or awkwardness to it. Four of my Facebook friends are cats, and I have a handful of Facebook friends who, sadly, are deceased. Also I've occasionally defriended people on Facebook (not often; I can count the Facebook friends I've unfriended on two hands, and each time the offender did something that REALLY pissed me off. But there have been times when I've had to say, I can't be Facebook friends with this person anymore).
I also have some Twitter followers whom I would really like to get to know better. They seem like genuinely cool people. Often they live in another part of the country and it would be difficult to hang with them. Sometimes I wish I could be on Facebook with them too.
I do have some people with whom I'm on both Facebook and Twitter (and Instagram too, which I've also recently discovered).
Maybe that's what I hope for long-term -- a melting pot of my social media.
1) I create an account with a social networking site
2) I sit on the sidelines and observe for awhile until I get a good feel of what it's all about.
3) Then I jump in with both feet.
It happened with Facebook -- I joined in late 2007 but didn't post anything to my Wall until January 2009 (first Facebook status update, 1/7/2009: "Phil is trying on his new boots"). A few months after that initial post, I created a Twitter account, sat around and watched what this microblogging thing was all about, and since then I've tweeted more than 10,000 times.
Once I started working each site in earnest, I picked up friends/followers. But since I found Facebook first, I always had more Facebook friends than Twitter followers. Until recently.
Over the past couple of years I've gotten into the habit of livetweeting TV -- mostly NFL football games and The Bachelor. This is not necessarily something I'm proud of (I guess maybe it's a creative outlet for my snarky side?), but it's caused me to gain a lot of new Twitter followers. And a few days ago my number of Twitter followers, for the first time, surpassed my number of Facebook friends.
For some reason this bothered me.
I had a tough time putting my finger on exactly why, but then I figured it out. Twitter is much more anonymous. While I can say that I've, at worst, held at least one conversation with virtually every one of my Facebook friends, many of my Twitter followers are people I don't know at all. And if someone wants to follow you on Twitter you really can't prevent it, outside of outright blocking them, which I've had to do from time to time because someone who followed me began posting very inappropriate tweets.
Sometimes I feel like Twitter is the casual sex of social media, while Facebook is more of a long-term relationship.
Now that's not to say Facebook doesn't have melodrama or awkwardness to it. Four of my Facebook friends are cats, and I have a handful of Facebook friends who, sadly, are deceased. Also I've occasionally defriended people on Facebook (not often; I can count the Facebook friends I've unfriended on two hands, and each time the offender did something that REALLY pissed me off. But there have been times when I've had to say, I can't be Facebook friends with this person anymore).
I also have some Twitter followers whom I would really like to get to know better. They seem like genuinely cool people. Often they live in another part of the country and it would be difficult to hang with them. Sometimes I wish I could be on Facebook with them too.
I do have some people with whom I'm on both Facebook and Twitter (and Instagram too, which I've also recently discovered).
Maybe that's what I hope for long-term -- a melting pot of my social media.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Super Bowl XLIX Prediction
First of all, a couple of quick asides:
* Solid year for me picking games. I'm going to finish the 2014 season with a .689 (if I pick the Super Bowl incorrectly) or a .693 (if I pick it right) percentage. Not bad considering I was 13-19 after the first two weeks. Since then I'm prognosticating at a .731 clip.
* If the Green Bay Packers hadn't choked in the NFC Championship game, I'd be a perfect 10-0 in the playoffs. Thanks a lot, Packers. You suck.
Anyway, I've made a Super Bowl prediction each year since I started this blog in the fall of 2010. But I went back and forth about whether I should bother to make a prediction for Super Bowl XLIX, largely because my Patriots are involved. The Pats made it to Super Bowl 46 and I picked the Patriots, although conceding that it should be a close game that could go either way, and it was a close game that the Patriots lost, so I feel bad. Part of me wants to pick Seattle to win 73-0 to try and reverse karma. Part of me just wants to watch the game without feeling pressured to make a pick.
Injuries could be a factor. Seattle's secondary is banged up. New England's offensive line is banged up. After DeflateGate, Tom Brady's ego is banged up.
Like SB 46, I can see this game going either way. I can see the Seahawks riding the momentum of their last-second, come-from-behind win and cruising to a second consecutive Super Bowl win. I can see their defense giving Tom Brady and his banged-up offensive line fits. I can see Russell Wilson giving New England fits rolling out, much like the Ravens did in the AFC Divisional Playoff game. It's been a pretty exhausting first month of 2015 for me, and I feel like when I'm exhausted life has a way of piling on and making me even more miserable, and Seattle winning would be a tailor-made way of doing just that.
I can also see the Patriots shutting down Wilson, Marshawn Lynch and the rest of the Seattle offense. After all this DeflateGate BS, I can see an angry Patriots team taking it out on the Seahawks tonight.
I'm 14-4 picking Patriots games this year. And I started the season 1-3 calling Pats games, including a head-scratching decision to pick them to lose to the Vikings, not sure what the hell I was thinking there. Since Week 4 I'm 13-1 picking the Pats; the only time I've whiffed since then was picking them to lose to the Broncos.
I'm 13-5 picking Seahawks games this year (including blowing it in the Weeks 1 and 2). One week, I not only correctly picked Seattle to win but also correctly picked the exact score.
Even though I'd rather not make a prediction, I feel like I have an obligation to make one.
This could very easily be the wrong prediction. But I'm a Patriots fan, first and foremost. I have to go with my heart.
Patriots 24, Seahawks 6.
LAST WEEK -- 1-1
SEASON TO DATE -- 184-82 (175-81 regular season; 9-1 playoffs)
* Solid year for me picking games. I'm going to finish the 2014 season with a .689 (if I pick the Super Bowl incorrectly) or a .693 (if I pick it right) percentage. Not bad considering I was 13-19 after the first two weeks. Since then I'm prognosticating at a .731 clip.
* If the Green Bay Packers hadn't choked in the NFC Championship game, I'd be a perfect 10-0 in the playoffs. Thanks a lot, Packers. You suck.
Anyway, I've made a Super Bowl prediction each year since I started this blog in the fall of 2010. But I went back and forth about whether I should bother to make a prediction for Super Bowl XLIX, largely because my Patriots are involved. The Pats made it to Super Bowl 46 and I picked the Patriots, although conceding that it should be a close game that could go either way, and it was a close game that the Patriots lost, so I feel bad. Part of me wants to pick Seattle to win 73-0 to try and reverse karma. Part of me just wants to watch the game without feeling pressured to make a pick.
Injuries could be a factor. Seattle's secondary is banged up. New England's offensive line is banged up. After DeflateGate, Tom Brady's ego is banged up.
Like SB 46, I can see this game going either way. I can see the Seahawks riding the momentum of their last-second, come-from-behind win and cruising to a second consecutive Super Bowl win. I can see their defense giving Tom Brady and his banged-up offensive line fits. I can see Russell Wilson giving New England fits rolling out, much like the Ravens did in the AFC Divisional Playoff game. It's been a pretty exhausting first month of 2015 for me, and I feel like when I'm exhausted life has a way of piling on and making me even more miserable, and Seattle winning would be a tailor-made way of doing just that.
I can also see the Patriots shutting down Wilson, Marshawn Lynch and the rest of the Seattle offense. After all this DeflateGate BS, I can see an angry Patriots team taking it out on the Seahawks tonight.
I'm 14-4 picking Patriots games this year. And I started the season 1-3 calling Pats games, including a head-scratching decision to pick them to lose to the Vikings, not sure what the hell I was thinking there. Since Week 4 I'm 13-1 picking the Pats; the only time I've whiffed since then was picking them to lose to the Broncos.
I'm 13-5 picking Seahawks games this year (including blowing it in the Weeks 1 and 2). One week, I not only correctly picked Seattle to win but also correctly picked the exact score.
Even though I'd rather not make a prediction, I feel like I have an obligation to make one.
This could very easily be the wrong prediction. But I'm a Patriots fan, first and foremost. I have to go with my heart.
Patriots 24, Seahawks 6.
LAST WEEK -- 1-1
SEASON TO DATE -- 184-82 (175-81 regular season; 9-1 playoffs)
Saturday, January 24, 2015
My 10,000th Tweet
About three years ago I composed my 1,000th tweet and felt like it was an epic fail. It seemed to me like I needed my 1,000th tweet to be more profound.
I tried to be a little more careful as I found myself approaching another milestone in tweet #10,000.
I still don't think I nailed it, but I think
"I get tired of Belichick referring to "all three phases of the game." I want football to have a fourth phase.#Patriots"
is slightly more profound than
"I like those lyrics better."
The thing that struck me the most about tweet #10,000 was that it took me slightly less than three years to get from 1,000 to 10,000. I had predicted it would take five years.
At that pace, I'll be posting my 100,000th tweet in about 29 years. Stay tuned.
I tried to be a little more careful as I found myself approaching another milestone in tweet #10,000.
I still don't think I nailed it, but I think
"I get tired of Belichick referring to "all three phases of the game." I want football to have a fourth phase.
is slightly more profound than
"I like those lyrics better."
The thing that struck me the most about tweet #10,000 was that it took me slightly less than three years to get from 1,000 to 10,000. I had predicted it would take five years.
At that pace, I'll be posting my 100,000th tweet in about 29 years. Stay tuned.
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