I've been tweeting more than blogging lately. A 140-character limit provides an excuse not to elaborate or edit. Some would say that's unfortunate, and mostly, I agree with them. But when I haven't had the time to return phone calls and emails (I swear I still love you all), I definitely haven't had time to compose a thoughtful blog.
And so, blog-readers, today I'm merely reproducing my Tweets from the past week. If you would prefer to read them in real-time, my alias on Twitter is simply @BrigidKaelin, so follow me there if you like. If you have no interest in Twitter as a new time-wasting activity, then I hope, at least, the following deep thoughts and observations will entertain you. Consider them each a potential blog that I condensed into 140 characters or less.
Tweets from the past week:
*Just entered KY via Ashland, which looks a lot like Mordor.
*I think it's time for a grownup car, where things like, say, heat or 4th great, actually work.
*Mañana is easier to type than tinierow.
*Why can't they put those heated stripes on ALL of the car windows?
*Always. RT @dancanon This gig would be so much better with a chocolate fountain.
*Playing keyboards and an iPad with Peter Searcy tonight at Gerstles. And iPa is lighter than a Hammond B3.
*Hey Bands, please start on time. I'm tired and aging and missing my pajamas.
*My iPhone has a better B3 sound than my fancy keyboard. So I am playing my iPhone tonight. I have wee fingers.
*Just bc your car has antlers & a nose doesn't mean you're excused from driving etiquette.
*The worst thing about "shuffle" is when "Heartbreaker" is not immediately followed by "Livin' Lovin' Maid."
*What kind of sick joke is this? Someone left "Eagles Live" in my turntable!
*Been trying to shop local all morning, but apparently local gift shop owners like to sleep in.
* The Starbucks line took twice as much time as the TSA line. Happy travels!
*Delta says you can't sit in an emergency row is you are likely to get distrac--- ooooh Sky Mall!!
*The entire Memphis airport smells like bacon.
Merry Christmas, y'all.