Yesterday I had my first tutorial for JOUR1111, with 29
other delightful folks in a room meant for 19 other delightful folks. I took
three major observations away from this session: that 1) me and my peers are
terribly hilarious, that 2) I hate Twitter and 3) Blogger has a disturbing
amount of porn gadgets.
After waiting over an hour to even create the Twitter
account (which a day later would be suspended on suspicion of spam... after a
grand total of 0 posts), and devising some punchy, informative, and dangerously
pun-riddled headlines, I think I'm almost confident enough to reintroduce the
giant novelty pen.
After setting up this extremely classy blog and eventually
(update: temporarily) getting my new Twitter to work, we found out about what
we had to cover in our media use diary.
In one word, I'm embarrassed. My daily ritual roughly
consists of me waking up, checking my phone and Facebook, eating something,
then updating my Twitter and Tumblr whilst watching the television and glancing
upon the newspaper. If I venture out I'll sit listening to music on the train,
checking my Facebook on my phone, and if I'm daring, I'll bring a magazine.
It's not that I don't have a life; it's just that nearly
every sector of it exists online too. Will we get marked down for spending a
ridiculous amount of time obsessing over media outlets? I'll have to ask my
followers.