So, there's this thing out in the cyberspace world called Twitter. I'm sure most of you have heard of it: www.twitter.com. I signed up about a year ago, but really didn't do much with it. I mean, how do you write in 160 characters or less, what you are doing RIGHT NOW! Well, mainly I was sitting at my computer. But then I realized that you could "tweet" from your cell phone. I wasn't doing much from there either and I didn't really have anyone to follow. Over the course of the year I found some of my friends on there and kept tabs on what they were doing. I have one friend who tweets like crazy. She's a real smart cookie with a long history... oh wait, that's another song. Backtrack... well, she is really smart and uses every new toy to her advantage. She's got Twitter wired for sound among her blogs, museums, and other techno stuff. I recently figured out that if I clicked on "Who I'm following" and turned the device status to on, then I would get text messages when they tweeted. I know, I'm slow, but I'm learning! I think I'm going to have to upgrade my text messaging plan to unlimited pretty soon. This is a great networking tool, especially in the business world. Not only can I tweet with my friends, but I'm also able to keep up with my colleagues. I can already see this will be great when I attend the HSMG conference in May. So, all of you in the guild and otherwise who are on Twitter, come follow me @shadowfax0704. Those who haven't yet joined Twitter can find me at http://twitter.com/shadowfax0704. Just put in the comments section that you found me on my blog so I'll know who you are! Oh, and if any of you Twitter experts know of more tips and tricks out there, please let me know. I am still learning my way around Twitter and would love to know more. Just add your comments below. And now, in 160 characters or less: putting out a great blog on the joy of tweeting! Who says living out in the middle of nowhere isn't interesting? Many of you hear me talk about the musings of country life. Well, it's an endless stream of bizarre goings-on. We have the dead lady that lives next door, the fake illegals across the street and, with them, their horse who apparently hates living there! She's always breaking out and coming to our house—pretty much every day (or night) she comes for a visit. I guess it wouldn't be bad if we wanted a third horse, but considering she comes into our barn and then breaks into the food bins, it gets a little tiresome. This last time she, yet again, broke into the feed bags and consumed half a bag of feed. Yes, I know it is bad for a horse to eat that much food. We called her owners only to find out he was out of town. All throughout the day we chased her and ran her down the road only to see she returned. We let the dogs out after her and she nonchalantly brushed them off. I guess she got tired of my chasing her out of the barn. She sauntered to the end of our driveway and lay down for a nap, much like a stray dog deciding to catch some rays in the sun. She didn't even move when my husband came home from work. She casually lifted her head as if he might disturb her beauty sleep, then stretched out even more. At that time I looked across the street and noticed the neighbor's son jumping on the trampoline. Did he not notice his horse had been missing all day and all the previous night? I yelled to the boy to come and retrieve his horse. He promptly came over, and when I asked him if he had been home, he said, "Why yes, I had." I told him that we had his horse, and all I received was a grumbled, "Oh." I then proceeded to tell him that his horse had eaten a bag of our feed and that I had been chasing the horse out of our barn all day. Nary a word of sorrow or concern for the horse or any trouble we had gone through was spoken by this creature of a boy. Needless to say, I was not happy about the situation.

Every day we meet someone—whether it's someone helping to carry boxes from your car, a new acquaintance, or a friend for life, even if they have different political or religious persuasions. Just the other day I met a few more interesting people, all extremely different from one another. One was Native American. He was a healer and had finished making a documentary; I had the privilege of watching a bit of his unfinished film. It was very interesting, and what made it more so was that, sitting next to him, I could ask questions about the different elements and why they were included. He told me he burned sage at the beginning to purify the surroundings. I did not know that. Another person I met that evening was a scriptwriter who is filming a comedic-horror zombie movie. It's a well-thought-out project and sounds like it will be a great film. He's quite a character and very humorous, so I'm sure this translates well on screen. His producer had picked up the movie because it was different from most slasher, gore-filled horror films. I like that on any given day you never know who you may meet.