Show you my WHAT?

Oh... Tweets...

I found the Super Bowl an irresistible opportunity to experiment with the whole Twitter thing, which is a brand-new side of my online identity. I know, get with the times, Grandma. But don't hate. I'm trying.

My project? See how fast I could type smartass comments about the commercials. I re-read the stream this morning (narcissist), and give the attempt a C- (generous narcissist).

Here are my favorites:

The winner is, kgb. "Bring it on, fat man" may be my next email signature.

Dear US government: I could so have used a piece of that $3 mil you spent on a census ad. Sincerely, the infrastructure.

Emerald Nuts: Disconcertingly accurate metaphor. Obey boss. Humiliate self. Get to eat.

It's a tough way to write, especially attempted comedy. There's no time for revision on a schedule like that. It's a little like amateur improv, only way less pressure cuz the audience is virtual. I also learned, the Twitter-to-Facebook publisher is really slow and somewhat unreliable. Of course, that may be because about 2 zillion people were tweeting the game.

Shameless (total narcissist) self-promotion break! Find me on Twitter to see the rest.