Yes, I have a Twitter account, but why?  I almost feel like I shouldn't have one, so I won't feel forced into a following that is indeed as insane as the bigfoot followers (or for the Everglades dwellers, the skunk ape).  I feel like I should be hiding in the bushes, waiting to snap a shot of Twitter's effectiveness and results.  That way I could show it to the world and say "Hey everyone, I'm not crazy, Twitter does work! I used it and my business moved forward.  Look at these flow charts and graphs!". 

As of right now, I've been unable to accomplish this task, so I feel like I've joined the legions of believers of UFOs, bigfoot, and the elusive Bhutan Yeti.  There is a glimmer of hope.  Recently, they've found a hair that they suspect is from the Yeti - so maybe I'll be able to prove yet that people actually care what I'm Twittering or that Twittering isn't a ridiculous expression.

 Even as I write this, I know the Twitter believers are digging through the pile in the back of their car to find the research they've been compiling to prove me wrong.

I will continue to use Twitter, but I feel like a bulletin board in the crawl space under the stairs would get more exposure sometimes.