Randall Newton wants to have a no-punches withheld debate on the uselessness of Twitter (ie, he considers it useful, the fool.)
At it's core, Twitter is the equivalent of passing notes during class -- in elementary school. "Tee hee hee. We're fooling the teacher with out discrete communication system."
At the psychological level, Twitter is like a drug pump that injects endorphins each time you get a hit -- er, a Tweet. "Thank goodness somebody still likes me."
Here's the part I find saddest -- when Randall is thrilled to show me he got one more follower in the past 24 hours. That's not thrilling, that's depressing. One is the loneliest number, philosophized Three Dog Night.
I did have a chuckle when he complained the Twitter search system wouldn't let people find his twitty comments. Oh dear.
Here he is, twitting instead of listening... ("I'm reporting," he sputters.)
Join Twitter and follow Vektorrum (a now-dead Danish god) -- Randall's CB handle.