Again, Tweet Visions

I thought I was finished with the whole Twitter thing. I went in and deleted a lot of my Tweets, and then just walked away from it for awhile. I was going to delete my account, but then I started wondering if it was like a credit card, wherein I've been told that it's better not to close the account, but to just stop using the card. Which probably isn't true, but it sounded like it might be true. In a Royal Fizzbin kind of way. But I thought that was probably it for me and the Blue Bird of Crappiness. (I didn't delete all of the Tweets because there were a couple of Retweets that I didn't know how to remove, and there were a couple of Tweets that I actually wanted to preserve . . . like some Paul Gulacy stuff. And my cat video. 

But this morning I checked in to MSNBC for a second and saw President Macron talking to Congress, and I was interested in that, so I kept listening. I was pretty impressed by him, and I started thinking, "Man, I wish you were our president." And then I thought I would go back and do a little Tweet to that effect . . . because it didn't seem like there'd be enough there to write a blog entry about, y'know? So I took a picture of Macron on my tv and did the DeepArt effect on it, and when I went to put it up on Twitter I thought it'd be funny to act like I didn't know who he was, so I wrote, "I've never heard of this Senator #Macron before, but he's got my vote for #president in #2020." Which I thought was mildly amusing.

Didn't think anything much of it, but an hour or so later I checked back in just to see if anybody else had been amused by my tomfoolery, and was stunned to see that there'd been thousands of hits, and that the count was still climbing. In fact, it's currently over 18,000, and the numbers are still clicking up. There were also quite a few comments, most of which were liking it, feeling the groove. Some of them were calling me an idiot, presumably because they thought that I really didn't know who Macron was, which I thought was kind of funny. (I find that it is very often true that stupid people assume that YOU are the one who's stupid.) My favorite response was a guy who wrote back, "I think he's from Paris, Texas." Well played.

But as I've expressed previously  it just amazes me that I can get that kind of response to a thing that took me a few seconds to compose. It's 17 fuckin' words, man. I have to admit that I was hoping that it would translate into some hits for Ye Olde Town Blogg, but that doesn't seem to be the case. 

But maybe I'm looking at this wrong. Maybe instead of resenting this Twitter platform and thinking of it as a chancre on the lip of humanity, perhaps I should be thinking of how to use it. I mean, shit . . . 18,000 people read me today. That's something to think about.

Oh, wait a minute. 18,141.

Update
22 hours from launch, and there appears to be no sign of letting up:

In fact . . . in the time that it took me to post that screenshot there were another 26 hits. Very strange. 


Update
48-ish hours from launch, and the count is still rising:

Though obviously it's slowed down a mite. 


@ 72-ish hours:

And after one week:

Is that some shit or what? I don't get the impression that Twitter is big on remembrances of things past, though, so I'd think that this would be about it. Obviously it has slowed quite a bit in the past few days. So I will probably forget about this now unless something pops up. Still, it does give me pause: over 34,000 people read a sentence that I wrote. I don't think ten people have read the novels that I've written. Maybe not even five. It's possible that I am just wasting my time attempting to finish up the books I have in the air right now. Which doesn't mean that I'll stop, just that I'll have to battle that huge gravitational pull that futility exerts upon the human soul.

Sigh.