Tweet, Tweet & Blogalong

Barrister Bill thinks there is too much of this social networking stuff going on. There are blogs, space books, face pages and Twitter, to name but a very few. These sites are said to be useful to find people, but we know people that don't use their correct name and even have friends that misspelled their own name, whether by accident or on purpose, we don't know, but how will anyone find them? There are also endless sites on which to store and share pictures. She Who Must be Obeyed has posted pictures somewhere on Picasa, but isn't quite sure how to see them and steadfastly refuses to use the backup hard drive with which she was generously supplied, so what is the point of it all. By the way, I must digress to explain that since we are on a legal (sort of) blog, some legal terminology will be used. "She Who Must be Obeyed" is a term secretly used by Horace Rumpose, the title character in John Mortimer, QC's series Rumpole of the Bailey, to refer to his long suffering wife, Hilda.

Back to the topic. It all reminds me of the days of the CB radios. For those of you under a certain age, "CB" stands for Citizens Band and such radios were all the rage in trucks and then cars a number of years back as citizen drivers trolled along the highways with incessant, mindless, chatter about nothing in particular. "Breaker, breaker, 1 - 9." Increasingly sophisticated radios were developed and installed. We had one too and then a better model. All to say what? All of us thought that we were pretty hot stuff. We could all communicate with one another, as long as we weren't more than about five miles apart. Eventually, car phones began to replace CB radios or people just lost interest in them. Nowadays, each of us has a cell phone, except Barrister Bill, and there are more ways to share mindless information than ever.

She Who Must be Obeyed showed me a video on Twitter explaining how it all works and the announcer did say that maybe everyone would not be interested in what you do all day (Ya think!), but for those who are interested, you can Tweet, but you can only use 140 characters or something like that.

BARRISTER BILL TO THE RESCUE - I have come up with a better way. It's called Tlogging. It's very simple and it will save everyone a lot of time. You just Tweet on your blog. That way, you have more control over who sees it and you aren't limited to 140 characters. My goodness, a lawyer can't even clear his or her throat in 140 characters. I'll give you a few examples of how it works. This is a blog, so now I will Tweet to tell some of what I did today.

TWEET: I had my car serviced today. No major problems. Score one for me.

TWEET: We went for a walk.  

TWEET: I started refurbishing some old sleds. There is a Flexible Flyer and one made by Paris Mfg. Co, So. Paris, Me. Sled makers since 1861.

TWEET: She Who Must be Obeyed decided to give me a cooking lesson. I had to decide if we should mix the gravy with the pork and potatoes in the pan or serve the gravy separately. I decided to pour it in the pan. She also assigned me to help make cauliflower with a melted cheddar cheese sauce on it, which I did. Her recipe was to melt the cheese in a pan and to then pour it over the cauliflower after it had been micro-waved for two minutes. It came out fine, but I have a better recipe. I observed carefully the method used and came up with the following: 1.) I cut the cauliflower in pieces, then I took one and ate it. 2.) I cut a piece of the cheese. I ate it too. All of the process taking place in the microwave and stove happened in my stomach. I saved electricity and didn't need to get a pan or bowl dirty. The end result was pretty much the same. As I enter my retirement years, when helping in the kitchen, I will share more of these recipes with Anne. I'm sure she will be happy to have these helpful hints to more efficient meal preparation.

So there you have it. I bet people don't Tweet recipes too often, but you can see that with Tlogging, there is nothing to it. 

Barrister Bill does not intend to Twitter, have a space or face page and to any twit out there who feels a need to know more about what I do all day, I say, get a life.