Mom, Dad... I'd Like You to Meet Someone

So I’ve officially sold my soul to the devil. That’s right, ladies and gentleman. I finally broke down, lost the trusty Nokia, and got myself a crack berry. Now, living in New York City I have certainly encountered my share of addicts, but I’ve always sort of presumed they were your work-a-holic types - constantly checking to see if the Dow has shifted, or if an important client is in need of an urgent ass wiping. You know the kind. And since my work ethic falls *ahem* slightly short of this level, I reasoned that I could not be sucked in. The classic “I can quit whenever I want” story. And now I’m hooked.

As I’m sure many of you are aware – this handy little gadget is far more than an umbilical cord to your office. It now comes pre-equipped with tons of fun, reality numbing software like brickbreaker, wi-fi, and Napster mobile.

Perhaps the most evil of these though, is facebook for blackberry. I mean - seriously? What are these people trying to do to me?? As though the 9 hours I spend at work each day isn’t enough time for stalking the head cheerleader-turned-crack-smoker or college friend relating their recent breakup pains via depressing quotes and hourly status updates. No NOW I can follow their sorrows in real time while having my weekly pedicure or sweating it out at the gym.

And as if the age old drunk dial/tipsy text were not enough – NOW I can post these embarrassing rants/pity parties/love fests on friend’s walls – while I’m still AT the bar – for everyone else I know to see. Thanks a mill bberry. That’s gonna be fun to explain at the office Christmas party.

And since we’ve gone down this road – I must confess my newest, most heinous addiction - which can be directly attributed to the acquisition of the previously mentioned crackberry (who I will now be referring to as “Lois”).

Hello, my name is Honey. And I am a Twitterer.

I’ll give you just a moment to collect yourselves before I proceed.

All set? Good.

Now I know that my readers are having one of two reactions right now. You are thinking A) WTF is a Twitterer? You should probably lay off the Diet Mountain Dew for a while... or B) haha! I don’t get it and I’m never ever twittering (except for that one time I tried it – but that doesn’t count)

The fact is that I first heard of Twitter when a futurist from the New York Times came to speak in one of my meetings at NBC. And who doesn’t want to be ahead of the curve on the future right? He explained that it was “micro-blogging”. Basically a way to let everyone know about you in little bursts – much like updating your facebook or myspace status. I thought it would be a good thing for me to understand for my business – and plus I just wanted to be in the know about something before everyone else... let’s be honest.

But the first few times I tried it, I didn’t really get it either. What IS the point of another networking tool when you already have facebook? It really serves much the same purpose, and has a lesser following. But with Lois – it has become a whole different experience. I can link all my social networks, get tweets as texts, and can send them from anywhere. It’s like this whole stream of conscious about people and things I care about. Yes, Lois changed twittering for me – and now I have another reason to pick her up every second or two. Tricky crack!

So now I find myself alerting everyone about my whereabouts all the time, about things they’d never care to know. About Sherry Sheppard and her awful lip gloss on 8th avenue, or the bum bathing with pigeons in the fountain at Columbus Circle. About the restaurant I went to for lunch, or the stupid bicycle delivery man who nearly ran me down AGAIN when it was my turn to walk. I tweet about work and being out and seeing weirdos and fighting carb cravings. And I guess maybe part of it is taking an extra second just to appreciate the little things that really color a day.

Wow. See what just happened there? That’s Lois talking.