I can never say again…”I didn’t get your message.” If I do say that, call 911, because it means I have driven my car off the road, down a ravine, and am unconscious (probably because of reading or replying to message on my phone). There’s no way to be inaccessible anymore.
Sure you cam e-mail me, but that’s so two years ago.
You can comment on this blog, but that’s usually subject specific.
Send me a text message, the lowest form of communication, although I’m really starting to use it because you don’t have to wait for the “tone” or press 1(voice mail is so last year).
And now, I’m Twittering or tweeting, or tweetsy railroad…I am not sure what the verb is…but I’m doing that too. And although I didn’t get it at first (twitting, tweetering, tooting) it’s actually a lot of fun and a great way to keep up to date with people and stuff….none of which really matters. And I’ve got it all linked to Facebook.
I used to go to the Drudge Report to get all the latest news, but now between Twitter and my Google Reader…well the Drudge Report is so last month.
