So... now I Twitter.

I resisted for a very long time.

But then I thought of my grandfather. See, my grandfather calls me every now and then. I always answer, because he's 90 and I'm afraid he's dead. (Well aware that if he were dead he couldn't call me. But someone else could be dead. Or someone else could be calling me on his phone with the bad news. I'm just being honest about what goes through my head.) But he's never dead, he just can't figure out his email or Word.

And trying to talk him through it - over the phone - is a bit like teaching a blind person to read an African clicking dialect. Over the phone.

I don't want to be like that over the years. I'd like to stay somewhat current. Ergo: Twitter.

I'm hip. I'm with it. dukka-dukka-dukka-dukka-dukka-dukka-dukka

And you should follow me. (That's Twitter talk for subscribe to my tweets. More Twitter talk there.) Click the link on the right. Or just log in to Twitter and find me. I'm thecachinnator.

I promise to tweet stupid stuff, tmi, and useless information.