On Karaoke and Smitter

I’m going to leave the house in about an hour and go celebrate a friend’s birthday at a karaoke party, which is a good thing because I spend so much time in front of the computer that the single phrase which would best describe my life is “I’ve got to get out more.”

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There are two types of people who sing at karaoke events.  Alicia belongs among that number who are actually pretty  good singers and it is a joy to hear them on stage, giving their heartfelt and joyous renditions of popular tunes.  Then there are the types like me who should probably confine their singing to non-public showers, but cannot avoid the stage anyway.  Where there is a microphone, I will be there.

If Karaoke were Twitter, I would probably unfollow myself.

Today, I did my usual internet routine, Huffington Post, Wonkette, check hotmail, check facebook to see if anybody had a birthday, check the stats on this blog a couple of times and work on my Smitter account.

Smitter means smart twitter.  It’s not there yet, but I’m working on it.  In the past couple of days I’ve deleted several young ladies who I’m sure are quite pleasant in person, but all of their tweets are in loving adoration of a band I’ve never heard of, so I unfollowed them.  Then I went on an orgy of adding new people, largely because someone whose tweets I like (lots of language teaching tips mixed in amongst the pithy comments)  (Pithy, according to dictionary.com, definition 2 = of, like or abounding in pith.  A pithy word, pithy.) recommended a whole bunch of people so I added them, and then added the ones that were suggested after that.

A few I deleted almost immediately.  One or two were too Jesusy, and one lady was posting about a tweet a minute, about nothing at all, really.  One I deleted when I saw a tweet just saying “I’m in the McDonalds at the corner of 8th and Something, in City X.”  She won’t miss me.  She’s got 17,000 followers.