Where’s the peanut butter?!

If I got a nickel every time I told my friends they should use a website because I thought it would be a better way to keep in touch than actually keeping in touch, I could satisfy my coffee habit for at least a couple days.

The latest installment in that enterprise is Twitter. It’s really not obvious how it works at all, so I’ll break it down.

Sweet Dick Willie says “Let it be broke”
• You go get an account
• You add me as your friend
• I probably reciprocate
• You decide how you want to get twitter updates. They can either be IM’ed to you from the twitter account or sent as SMS messages to your phone (or email but gawd email is SOOO 2005).
• I go to Twitter’s website and drop a note about what I’m doing (like “trying to get Nico to sign up for twitter”) - this gets sent to you (on your phone, over IM, email) because you’re following what I’m up to.
• You send a similar message or SMS it to 40404 (the place twitter uses for messages) and I get it because I’m following what you’re up to

Easy right? I’m guessing this works best when lots of friends are on it (and when you all have an unlimited SMS plan!), which is why I’m saying you should sign up and add me as your friend

Last week Dean and Britta played at the Triple Door in Seattle, which had been my favorite place to see shows ever. One of the friends I invited to come had asked “how does seating work @ the triple door?” It’s basically first come, first served with awesome tables, dinner served and a full bar, but what turned out to be the more interesting question was “what time do shows start at the Triple Door?” Because if you’re Dean and Britta, I guess it goes like this:

1. Scheduled showtime is 7:30.
2. Your opener cancels.
3. You start playing immediately at 7:30.

What could be more obvious to your fans than that if your opener doesn’t show up, of course you should go on when the doors open? So stupid. At least I got there just after 7:30 so I didn’t miss much, and what I did see was terrific. I’m just glad I wasn’t the poor couple who showed up at the adjacent table who got there just in time to be told it was last call and who only barely caught the encore.