May I share a secret with you? I really don't care what you're doing. I don't care that Jason has quit blogging, or that Chris is hyping yet another dreary marketing conference where the usual dreary suspects gather for the usual dreary presentations (to which, of course, they pay no attention because they are busy Twittering). I know we all need some sort of excuse for work and/or spousal avoidance but come on people, really.
I don't give a rat's ass if Dennis is trying to get Scoble's attention again by being rude to him. I'm sure Scoble is a nice guy but I don't want to be his "friend." And I will personally give $5 to anyone who can document Scoble in the act of having an original thought.
I don't care where Josh thinks the next groundswell is happening until Forrester does something about the walled garden it has built around its own content. I do care when I see that someone I've been trying to reach for days for something important has tweeted 47 times in the last hour.
I'm not going to vote for @Charise in people's choice. I'm sure the CAPE COD SUITE she designed for Boston's Festival of Wreaths is lovely but I'm squeezing a pimple right now. Sorry that "stupid moron walking slow with a cup of coffee" caused you to miss your train, Cheeky_Geeky. BTW, did you happen to hear something about some bad shit at the train station in Mubai last week?
What I do care about is ideas and the power of the written word to change the world for the good. There are only a handful of people on the planet who can say something worthwhile in 140 characters. The chances are good that you're not one of them.
Get over yourself.