A little birdie told me

As cults go, Twitter is relatively benevolent, but I am still astonished by the missionary zeal that infuses people when they discover that I’m not one of the converted.

“B-b-but why?” they ask+, totally unable to comprehend why anyone could possibly not wish to be assimilated into the great collective soul of teh interwebs. This is invariably followed by a pointless and unbelievably tiresome argument about how true salvation can be found in 160 characters or less.

Common reasons advanced for signing up:

1. But even my grandmother does it!
2. Really famous people like Britney are on Twitter!
3. But you have a blog!
4. Just try it and you’ll see!

I particularly like number 3 and 4. It’s as if blogging is the entry drug to the real thing. Kind of like the relationship between Lindor and heroin.

The fact remains that my life generally isn’t all that interesting on a day-to-day basis++. If I’m going to whine about how much I hate my job, I’d rather do it in a three-panel comic format. It comforts me.

Speaking of assimilation, if you haven’t already done so, I would be most grateful if you would please vote for Dolce by clicking on the blinky below:

+ and I think we all know the answer to THAT particular question by now
++ particularly now that Dolce is in London