No twit I.

They say the birds descend from the dinosaurs. Call me brontosaurus, stuck in the twentieth century where I was born. I may be addicted to google, but I continue to use my computer as a glorified typewriter. Don't expect me to don my reading glasses just so I can watch your podcast on that itty-bitty screen. I'd have to locate the ipod I got three Christmases ago and actually figure out how to use it. Don't invite me to join your new social networking site. Linked In will do me just fine for the rest of my natural life. And for God's Sake, don't look for me on twitter. Because any forum that requires me to limit my blathering to 140 characters is strictly for the birds.