Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
I thought I’d share a final, fleeting glance at the skyscraper that was my Amanda Palmer Day, a seemingly normal Sunday in September, when all of a sudden Twitter people began flooding here to see what Amanda was ever-so-briefly looking at. (If, indeed, she ever was.)
Just goes to show you how temporary our readerships can be. People come and go. Eyeballs land on us for a moment, then move on to the next shiny object in the firmament.
There is, or can be, a lot of power in social media. But it’s a little like a whipping electrical line that’s been downed in a storm. Or an out-of-control fire hose. The juice gets turned off eventually.
Gee, if only we could somehow harness this power…