I took twenty-four hours off from Twitter so I could bypass all the online hilarity that comes up on April 1st.

Remember how in Buffy the Vampire Slayer the demons and vampires shunned Halloween because it was ‘tacky’? Same deal.

A few years ago I was as guilty of this crap as everyone else (convincing members of a punk forum that Henry Rollins had crushed his windpipe in a weight lifting accident springs to mind), but now I have better things to click on than Rick Astley videos and stories claiming that Bill Gates got an iPhone stuck up his arse.

Normally it’s pretty easy to avoid, but Twitter would funnel that crap straight to me. As it is I’ll have to be careful opening my greader tomorrow. A lot of stuff should be marked FRONT TOWARDS ENEMY, Frank Castle style.

But I am missing Twitter. Without a doubt the single most important online app I’ve had the pleasure to use in the last couple of years. Even though a lot of the time it’s not a pleasure to use because it falls over way to often and hasn’t scaled quite the way I think it should of. Such is life. Still a groovy little tool. Trying not to think of just how productive I’ve been today without it, but that’s probably another post…

So seeing as I can’t Tweet right now and Jess is still out at a feminist screening let me share this here. A note I made in bed the other night when both of us couldn’t sleep and we were chatting while playing with gadgets*:

Jess just told me that she once slept in the shadow of a lunar landing module

We’ve been together since 1999, but she still surprises me from time to time…

*Sony sent me a PSP