The concept was simple. Tweet for a day whatever happened or whatever random thought came to mind worthy of recording. The only proviso was not to tweet about twittering.

The day started off well but life intervened as if karma was foretelling.

Truth be known, I felt like I was talking to myself, hearing the sound of one hand clapping, at pitiful attempts at jokes that weren’t even funny. By early afternoon, in the company of a good latte and conversation, I forgot about the experiment. And when evening came, interest was all but lost.

Squeezing my thoughts into 140 characters or less is like telling an artist to snap a photograph of a moving subject instead of undertaking a life drawing.

Granted, there are people who do it well but to put it simply: It is not for me.

During my brief stint, I got spammed. I had people follow me and remove me as fast as I said the word tweet. I learned that 140 max is not enough, for me, after all, size really does matter.

The face of the interwebs may be changing as blogs fade and evolve into politically correct and mainstream opinions, and one day soon, cbmused may go down the way of geocities. But for now, this bull will keep charging. I have a major personal milestone to reach, even if my readership was reduced to just one. Me.