The beauty of brevity is vastly overrated

Those who know me know that brevity is not my forté. Knowing how to get letters with French accents is a forté. Knowing exactly when to use them, not so much.

But I digress. As usual.

It’s obvious my philosophy is why use one word when several will do. Why use one sentence when many can be more fun. After all, who wants to go to all the trouble of getting online to read only one sentence? Those in the back shouting “I do! I do!” — get thee to Twitter!

Of course I’m also on Twitter, which is quite funny when you think of it. Mr. Motormouth limiting himself to 140 characters? Heck, I have burps than run longer than that. Besides, for me, Twitter is a bit of a chicken/egg thing — nobody follows me because I don’t go anywhere and why should I go anywhere if no one is following me?

There. That’s it. A brief thought that came to me moments ago while lying in bed and since I was getting up anyway, I decided to come down and dump it here while it’s fresh. Needless to say, a few words, even an extra thought or two, got added along the way. But this is still pretty brief for me, right? I hope you’re not disappointed coming all this way just for this. For those who packed a snack, hoping to perhaps settle back for another long one, sorry. Maybe next time.

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