I fear Twitter
Thursday, 9 April 2009
PokerStars have tricked me into opening an account there, as part of a grand plan to create a community of Team Pro tweeters. I don’t mind that - I think it’s a good idea. If they can build a special page or special link from PokerStars so that (during an EPT, for example) you can look up everyone’s updates at once, I think that would be great. When I can’t make the event, I’d love to see how the other players are doing, in a tidy list of updates tinged with exultation or miserable bitterness, depending.
The problem is, I’m not at EPTs much of the time. So I know, I just know, I’m going to get sucked in to writing on there that I’m eating some cereal or watching Mad Men or wondering if it rains on the moon. More of my life down the drain; once again, I defer finishing my book or having children or learning Chinese because I’m so busy telling the world that I think there’s a spider in the bath. Then there’s reading other people’s tweets. Already, one day in, I keep logging back in to find out if there’s any more news on my friend Claudia’s attempt to buy a hamster. Do I need to know that she tried a local pet shop but they only sold dog food? No. If she actually buys the bloody thing, I’m sure she’ll tell me about it on the phone anyway.
Also, I’m horrifically un-techno. My name doesn’t appear in the “search” on Twitter, I have no idea why, but it presumably means I can’t have any “followers” (which I need, really, to impress PokerStars with the giant army of people who are keen to know whether I’m having butter or margerine on a baked potato), although nine people seem to have found me by accident. God knows how they got there. On the minus side, PokerStars might start thinking I’m the least interesting person in the world. On the plus side, I quite like broadcasting to these nine strangers. If I need to express the fact that I’ve just lost a huge pot with trip nines against a pair of sixes, I could tell more people by simply opening my window and shouting. (Which, when it happened, I obviously did.) But there’s something quite sweet about this tiny community. We’ll see….
PS. Oh, apparently if you’d like to ‘follow’ and hear all about whether I’ve stubbed my toe, or maybe put too much sugar in my tea, you would please go to www.twitter.com/victoriacoren and click “follow”.