(For anyone unfamiliar with Twitter, discover it here.
Basically, users select a real or fictitious username to
communicate with friends, family, and strangers
by "following" them and using a shorthand system
of "tweets." And yes, I just joined Twitter here. )
Ginny feels like the world is conspiring against her. Oh, and I’m out of Blow Pops. Sucks, hard.
Cap'nCrunch wants to know what Ginny's favorite flavor of Blow Pop is. And what her favorite film is. And anything else about her, under 140 characters
Ginny thinks that strawberry is divine. But not on Cap'n Crunch. And movies? Hmm……………
Cap'nCrunch is now bummed. My favorite film is Lost In Translation, btw. Bill Murray is hot.
Ginny admits to laughing at "O Captain, My Captain" over there. So I'll say my favorite film is Dead Poets Society. Robin Williams is way hotter.
Cap'nCrunch sees your dead poets, and raises you a Patch Adams.
Ginny runs screaming from keyboard, stubs her toe, crumples, curses, and screams louder. Decides never to eat nautical-inspired cereal again. :(
Cap'nCrunch has lost his sailor's smile with Ginny's Mr. Frownie. Was prepared to follow her until the edge of the earth. And topple over.
Ginny wonders if Cap’nCrunch means “follow” in a Twitter-ese way, or in more of a U2- I-will-follow-stalker way. And world is round.
Cap'nCrunch has already been “following” Ginny’s tweets for several months. But neither of those. *sniff*
Ginny is just teasing Cap'nCrunch. It’s the lack of Blow Pops. Makes me as dry and crunchy as cereal without its milk.
Cap'nCrunch is glad. Was getting all soggy over here.
Ginny wants to know where “here” is...
Cap'nCrunch can see the Empire State Building from my window. And some guy taking a whiz in my alley. Ahh, New York.
Ginny lives in Brooklyn. Ahh, Brooklyn.
Cap'nCrunch is slack-jawed (<--seriously, look). They gotta sell Blow Pops somewhere between those two sighs, yeah?
Ginny is scared to take this relationship to an over-140-characters-reality-based level. What if you are, in fact, Cap'n Crunch?
Cap'nCrunch has no epaulets. Can’t promise more than that.
Ginny thinks that epaulets are almost as smokin’ as Patch Adams. Shame.
Cyrano is following Ginny and Cap'nCrunch and wants them to just do it already. Everyone else following 2 lovebirds who agrees, say “tweet.”
Galadriel says, "tweet."
cwalken says, "tweet?"
Cap'nCrunch says, "tweet, tweet."
Ginny still feels like the world is conspiring against her. On a happier note, things are looking up in the Blow Pop department...