But regardless of the name on the profile, the wit behind it is the same. And if I do say so myself, I can at times be effing hilarious. Dare I say it, I am occasionally even the hit of the (virtual) party. It’s at complete odds with normal life, and terribly disconcerting.
As you might imagine, being the hit of a Twitter party involves a lot of replies and retweets. Way more than I get during the normal course of tweeting fascinating and pithy things from my regular account. It’s quite possible that @PeriwinkleSays will soon have a higher Klout score than @medevam, and I’m not sure I’m okay with that. I don’t want the world to remember me as the world’s best small fictional cat, not least because Hello Kitty forever lays claim to that title.
Are you a Klout person? I still don’t understand the utility of it. The novelty, sure. But like with LinkedIn, I’m not sure that seeing my “network of influence” is going to give me anything besides crippling self-doubt. I hope you’re better off in that regard.
Though I do get a kick out of getting +Ks from people (wherein they indicate the topics on which they think I am an influencer). It’s a complicated relationship.