Saturday, March 28, 2009

OCTD: Obsessive Compulsive Twittering Disorder


I have a new problem.

I discovered Twitter. This is a bad thing. Because, even though I really don't understand Twitter or why anyone uses it, I've come down with OCTD: Obsessive Compulsive Twittering Disorder.

It started innocently enough. I signed up for Twitter (for the second time; I gave up in puzzlement the first time), and I offered my first update. No big deal.

Then I updated again, and I noted I felt a little rush, sort of like the first draw on a cigarette (not that I smoke--except for once, with my cousin Janelle, who taught me how to do it outside a Pizza Hut in Raytown, MO, but that's another story). I felt a rush upon hitting the update button; a little spike of happiness that caused a mini-endorphine party in my brain. Nice!

Twitter asks you, "What are you doing?" It's an open-ended question that calls to me like a Siren. "What are you doing?" Well, right now I am . . .

And so I update again. And again. And again.

The reality is that, hardly anyone is following me, and I sincerely doubt that those six people are interested in the fact that I am waiting with anticipation for my new DSi or that I watched a movie.

But, strangely, it doesn't matter! That's because each time I update, I am rewarded with undeniable satisfaction that I am actually doing something! Ah! Affirmation! Productivity! I'm alive!!!

Now twittering is like a food craving that I must satisfy. I can't stop thinking about updating until I offer another tweet. Then, ten minutes later, the urge comes again and I can barely restrain myself. Indeed, the only thing that keeps me from giving in completely to my obsession is the fear of annoying my six loyal followers with relentless, inane tweets.

Even as I am typing this, though, my mind is happily dancing toward the moment when I can update Twitter with "I just posted a new entry in my blog!" Blog schmog. I just wanna tweet.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Dog Poetry

Well, I'm giving my blog a go again and trying out a new blog program called Marsedit. I decided that for this post I'd just publish some silly poems I wrote for the Nathaniel News, my son's newspaper he publishes occasionally for our family. These poems are by Calvin and Hobbes, our Labradors.

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Morning time.

The daddy lets me out--where’s Mama? I pout!

Run, run, smash into the door.

I pushes me out--I go out before.

(Hobbes is not the Alpha Male!)

Sniff, smell. Whoa! Dead--something dead!


I crunches it in my mouth!

A squirrel popsicle! Oh most YUM! My mouth drips goo!



The daddy grabbed my prize.

He throws it over the fence. How dense!

My crunchy squirrel’s demise . . . .

Goodbye, my popsicle.

Good bye.

--by Calvin

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Sticky. Dead. A Mouse.

I take. I hold in my mouth.

The Mama grabs--she holds a biscuit out.

I bite. I swallow.

Mouse and biscuit whole.


--by Hobbes