“Did you see my Tweet?”

It’s like when Agent Smith became a real boy in The Matrix Trilogy.

When Worlds Collide

I remember when my friend first asked me whether I had seen his Tweet.

“How could you ask me a question like that?

I’m your friend.

Where do you get your balls big enough to ask me that?”

I said, a tear falling from my eye.

Then I hit him over the head with a wireless router.

Twitter has its place: a place called the internet.

It’s best left there.

Immediately grab the nearest stranger and ask them if they saw your friend’s Tweet.

Worlds collide here in a different way.

It’s like sticking your finger in an outlet.

Let Twitter reside at Twitter.com.

If you must mention it in the real world, do it in the woods.