JOHN SAAVEDRA JR.
Columnist
I was never a fan of Twitter because people always find it more interesting to write about that sandwich they’re having,  or how hot the woman at the other side of the department store is or how that outrageous thing Snooki did (“Jersey Shore” fanatics raise your shameful little hands) made their night.

What interests (disgusts) me the most about Twitter is how much time people take with some of their pointless posts.

One guy spends his time (his entire day from the amount of daily updates) on Twitter translating 50 Cent’s obnoxious rap lyrics into Olde English.
We have become a scatter-brained, thoughtless, clueless race, at least according  to Twitter standards.

Starting a Twitter and joining this madness put me on the verge of an epileptic attack from all the flashing notifications that popped up on my screen, which I clicked on and realized it was another post about this guy getting drunk at a bar and puking on his girlfriend Sarah again.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, I found myself becoming interested in people’s pointless (yet funny) shenanigans. I’d sit up in my bed in the middle of the night and wonder, “Why is Sarah still with this guy?”

I mean why doesn’t she have standards?

The least he can do for you is not puke all over your nice hip-length dress on a Tuesday night outside of a bar.

Maybe Sarah should stand up for herself and find someone that will take her to wine and cheese tastings instead…Oh, and buy her a longer dress.

When I realized I was drowning in digital puke, I decided to give this Twitter thing a restart.

At first, I was interested in movie critic extraordinaire Roger Ebert’s Twitter because he linked me to a New York Times Op-Ed about alien life.

That was my first positive experience with Twitter.

I like to be as informed as possible. I go on the New York Times website whenever I have time.

I’ve never depended on social media sites for solid information about the world. So it dawned on me that since I was interested in The New York Times and its many narratives, I should try looking up a Twitter list pertaining to The New York Times only. That’s how I found the Times Staff List.

Immediately, I loved the list.

What caught my attention about the list is how it combines both elements of social media and news reporting.

These people are not just posting as members of the Times community but also as, well, people. They mix autobiographical with informative.

One man posts about the NFL going on strike.

“My son asked me if there was no NFL would I die? I had to lie and say no.” I think that is a valid and informative way of reporting on the NFL strikes.

Another guy writes about the missing snake at the Bronx Zoo.

He writes, “To understand the situation, you must understand snakes,” followed by a link to a Times article.

Another woman posts about the Times’ new pay structure.

Now this might not be breaking news to the masses, but I find myself suddenly, unexplainably, interested in these people’s lives.

Anarchy at The New York Times might make for an interesting thread of angry Twitter posts.

I would love to see Charles Blow stop posting statistical figures about Obama and the Jews; and start posting the daily count of asses he’s kicking due to the Times’ new payroll.
Anyways, for now I’m satisfied with these informed group of people who are making me laugh and smarter at the same time.

Twitter, you’re not all bad.

You just stink during “Jersey Shore” and Thirsty Thursdays.

Lewis Black should definitely write some stand-up about you.

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