Late last night I found
another work avoidance task that needed doing, tidying up my Twitter feed. This
is something I used to do on a weekly basis but for some reason I haven’t done
it for ages. I know that nobody looks through a person’s timeline and instead
just stays on their own home page, (the same as Facebook, in both cases making
the cover photo a bit pointless), but just in case they do I want my timeline
to look strong. Any unnecessary tweets are deleted leaving just the jokes,
music recommendations and any good links. I am still ‘under-followed’ as my
Twitter bio suggests, (for someone in my position at least) and as such I
shouldn’t have too many tweets. There’s also the fact that Twitter only archive
your last 3,200 tweets, so your wit and wisdom vanishes, last night I ditched
186 tweets and it felt very satisfying.
Tonight I couldn’t be bothered
doing anything too strenuous, especially as I was soaking wet from the short
walk between the tram stop and my house. I officially declared it ‘mug of Oxo’
weather, when there’s nothing nicer than having a shower and sitting in front
of the fire with a mug of Oxo to drink.
After a bit of a hiatus while
we tried to track it down, we are back to watching Frasier on DVD, having
recently taking delivery of series eight. Watching a sitcom that doesn’t look
dated on the surface is strange because of the fact that it is locked in a set
time and as such there are small details that seem quirky now in a borderline
retro way. The year is 2001 and at last everyone in the immediate cast has a
mobile phone, although they are flip-open handsets that you had to manually
dial a number into, and you also didn’t know who was phoning you until you
answered. A very bulky laptop has appeared from nowhere and references to ‘the
Internet’ are starting to creep in along with ‘e-mail’, (who remembers when
email was called e-mail?), yet they are still using video and audio cassettes. Looking
back at something from only thirteen years ago shouldn’t seem quaint and oldie
worldie but things have moved along so quickly that it can’t be helped. Seeing someone
on television using a phone box or something in a pub or office make me
remember that both of these activities are a thing of the recent past, whereas
we used to laugh at really old things such as drying clothes with a mangle. How
long will it be before we watch something on UK Gold and laugh at the fact that
they mentioned Twitter or one of those silly old DVD things?
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