A good while ago in Internet time I started to dabble with Twitter, the microblogging service that suddenly seems like the flavor of the month. I dropped it later in the same year, saying in part:

Lately I've been on it very little, and have given "what are you doing?" updates only eight times in the entire month of August. Sure, there was a vacation in there too, but I didn't miss it in the least. I even had a computer with me, and while I found the time to delete tons of spam email,  I couldn't be bothered to provide a Twitter update (even when I had cool things to say like "visiting the Canadian Parliament" and "sightseeing in one of the oldest cities in North America").

When I came back from vacation I'd even go to Twitter.com, look at the updates of the people I was following, and still could not think of anything worth saying. Yes, Twitterites, I know that you're not supposed to think about it, you're just supposed to write about whatever you are doing at that moment. But even so, I had Twitter writer's block (is Twitterblock a word?), if you can imagine such a thing. Nothing I could write seemed worthwhile to me.