So for the last month I've been shitting on Twitter here. When in the world does anyone want a play-by-play of someone's life?!

I mean, I'm bored-to-tears about my own life most of the time, why do I want to see what other people are doing?

Then it hit me - Disney theme parks.

As you know, I'm a stupidly insane Disney fan, as is my brother. We have a sort of Edwards Brothers Shorthand to Disney theme parks that is either amusing or just plain sad, depending on your tolerance for such things.

Example: my brother went to California in November, and while he was there he and his college roommate went to Disneyland, the lucky bastard.

While at the happiest place on earth my brother proceeded to text message the hell out of me. He sent something like eight or nine messages over the course of four and a half hours.


(Which probably isn't nearly as bad as what the kids are doing these days, but keep in mind this year I turn a third of a century old - so I ain't no kid. A text message ever thirty minutes is a lot to me).

Anyway, his messages were awesome, things like "Nemo! Then buzz fastpass, food and return to space mtn." and "Just saw a fat person in a scooter! Wait... 20 fat people in scooters!" and "Longest wait - 10 minutes on big thunder mtn! We've done nine rides in four hours! What's the record?"

Jealously by text is a sad, sad thing.

But now, in two weeks, my brother's going to Walt Disney World in Florida for a long weekend (again, lucky bastard). I'm actually conserving text messages this month for the likely onslaught of "Spaceship Earth at Epcot looks so much better without the large Mickey Hand over it" and "I miss Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, damn you Pooh!" and "Ooooh, SpectroMagic Parade!"

But then I got to thinking, he could set up a twitter account, and since he has an iPhone (argh, l-u-c-k-y b-a-s-t-e-r-d!) he can twitter the hell out of it. And, if I want to turn several shades of green, I can read all about his adventures.

And then I can twitter back, "Going 2 Mr. Suds to do laundry. Fun Sunday morning."

Yep, my life rocks.

Well, I gots to go. Time to do laundry.

Seriously.