i'm shocked and appalled at myself, really. not only did i spend two hours on twitter yesterday (a site that both myself and brother beast scoffed at years ago when big daddy said we should join), i mostly gummed up tilly's #sewingsocial chat with talk of booze. i'm in danger of becoming a cliche.
(but really, wouldn't a cocktail bar with a vintage sewing machine at every stool be AMAZING? i think i'd call it "the sew glow". to combat the cheesiness of the name, it would need an old electric sign that buzzed and flickered dangerously. as i tweeted and twatted: i would have cartons of multicolored cartoon bandaids on hand, and i'd devise some sort of clear protective shield around the needle for the more boozy clients. beverages would of course be sewing inspired, "the singer sling", "the overlocked", "the seam ripper". tailor made drink names. hell, that's a good one too! of course each machine would also need a retrofitted cocktail tray hovering just above the handwheel. whenever a sewist's hand reached for said wheel: why look at that, my glass is just an inch away, i might as well have a sip. THAT'S PRODUCT PLACEMENT, YO.)
did you attend the festivities? it was almost like having a real life meetup, which of course is scary in a ray bradbury the walls are living computer screens sort of way. it's easy to get wrapped up in it and lose the day. so what did i do to battle that sinkhole? i spent another hour downloading twitter apps to streamline the process. elementary.
tweetdeck came up the winner. i'm certain it will keep me from endless scrolling and refreshing on the next chat. it lets you add as many categories and columns as you like-- mentions, hashtag searches, conversations... it gives you little media previews... it will project game of thrones on the back side of your house... no wait, that's bradbury again. the screenshot looks quite vain, but i found so many conversations i missed during the chat. and, i like me some me anyway.
you're pretty cool, too.