Hi, I'm MoXie and I'm a twitaholic.

In a matter of days I have become completely obsessed with Twitter. It all started with Stephen Fucking Fry being so damn cheeky and updating like ever five minutes. And it's not like my problem is greater than his, he's in Mexico or Panama or Chile or some shit. I mean I'm just in my lab at the computer. Sorry, I just got a little worked up.

My new tool, Tweetdeck offers a great world where I don't have to open the browser to access my feed. Its great. It dings and I rush to click the mouse like Pavlov's fucking dog. But it's not like I'm not getting something out of it. I mean how was my life possibly complete before I walked with Alan Davies (omg, you should see the 'stach) through the preparation of a boxed falafel mix. Or sat and read as Neil Gaiman talked about the amazing new collaborative effort he can't talk about yet. Or understood the inner CRAZY that is Brent Spiner (seriously, he's nuts).   Did I mention RBrand and PJupitus.

It's really not all bad. For example, I read a top notch interview with Henry Rollins today that made me really really wish I didn't hate Murfreesboro so much. And I saw a killer link for the most amazing musical video ever (you might have to wait until tomorrow to view the page.) Or the funniest dog vid ever. And I swear I only open the window to look at it when I think I might have heard when I hear the ding. No, I didn't just look at it, I swear.

I am sure that I will come to terms with this, the same way that I did with FB and LJ. And I have found a number of agents, publishers and editors who are just overflowing with publishing and writing advice. And I already have more random followers there than at my long standing web page and LJ.

Also = George & Gnomes?

UPDATE - I posted this on my other site.  Yes, I am addicted to blogging too.