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…
That is an amazing skyscraper…
It sure was fun while it lasted!
Blech, we still love ya.
Awwwwww!
Wowser, my highest skyscraper is 65. Well done, you!
Thanks! It was quite an afternoon, as the Palmerites just kept flowing in.
And back out, unfortunately… ;o)