Tweet Breach: 140 Characters of Destruction
Like a wounded, cornered Doberman, I was irrational and reactive.
My blog was down, non-existent. When you earn your keep by communicating ideas, like I do as a professional speaker, any threat to the distribution of those ideas raises the peach fuzz on the back of your neck. After days of being unable to reach my webmaster by office phone, cell phone, SMS text, instant message or email, I dialed up the pressure on him to respond. I turned to the powerful and influential world of social media…
I tweeted him. Publicly.
@johnswebguy Where in the name of Google Earth are you? Why won’t you contact me? [poetic license applied to save face]
