I tend to resist fads, crazes, things that seem to glint like a flash in the pan. When Twitter became the next best thing since bird crap, I smiled, shook my head, and ignored the friends who invited me to Tweet.

But at the Con this last weekend it became obvious to me (Because Grant just wouldn't let up, and Tee Morris lives and breathes Twitter, and Angel thinks its a good idea, and she's always right about these things) that I was missing a golden opportunity to distract myself from my writing by way of the internet even more than I already do.

Twitter, it seems, is not going to go away. And neither am I dammit.

So I have signed up for Twitter and gotten myself Tweetdeck. My user name is rippatton. Feel free to follow me unless you are The Horny Kitten, or The Britany Spears Sex Tape.

I look forward to chirping at ya.