With the intent of broadening my knowledge of social networking sites, I recently decided to get my very own Twitter account. I've been following writers, comedians, hacker groups, news organizations and the queen of England, trying to get some insight into the thoughts and workings of today's internet-goers. But despite my ethnographic aims, Twitter has left me just as clueless about people as I was before. Here's a recent tweet by a sick Neil Gaiman that I feel sums up the bafflement brought on by Twitter: “If horrible brownygreen snotgunk was incredibly valuable and rare, I would be the richest man in the world."