The Adventures of Wormboy (by the Husband)

I hacked into my wife’s masterpiece you call a blog today to leave a post. Yes this is unusual - I’m typically just an observer of her art.

Well, saying I hacked may be just a bit of an exaggeration. She had some problem with the layout a few weeks ago and asked for my help. I simply kept the password after I was done helping. Husbands are like that. We never forget anything that might benefit us in the future.

Anyway, since I’m officially a hacker, I’d like to take time to do the normal hacker graffiti, and do a shout out to oldest daughter, middle daughter, my son Wormboy, my Mom and Dad, my co-workers (I know some of you are reading this) and my other peeps. You guys rule.

Before I get to Wormboy, let me first tell you more about Twitter since the wife brought it up as my latest interest. And how could I be a proper husband unless I kept on going on about my latest interest until it becomes annoying to all of those around me. If I didn’t, I might lose my man card. And you wouldn’t want that.

I’ll tell you what Twitter is: fun and a challenge. Twitter allows users to do “microblogging.” What the wife does here is normal blogging. It is big. Microblogging is not big. It is small. You only have 140 characters in which to write a post (called a tweet), which you can do from your mobile phone (through text messaging), from the web, or from a twitter client (a program that lets you post right from your computer through something similar to instant messaging). It is a challenge to get your message across and keep it within 140 characters.

For me Twitter is perfect. I don’t typically have time to sit down and draft up a long drawn-out blog post that shows what a witty and great guy I am, but I always have my phone with me. It is easy for me to quickly Tweet something wherever I am. And I can send photos as well.

All of you who know me may think I’m a bit of a geek (or a lot of a geek), and that this is the latest phase in my “geekiness.” You are right. It is.

So, now on to Wormboy.

After watching “How to Eat Fried Worms,” a few months ago, my son was captivated with the term “Wormboy.” For some reason he didn’t just pick up on the term, but has decided that it is “cool” enough to apply to him. So he now calls himself “Wormboy.” This has of course extended to the rest of the family. We may either call him by his given name or Wormboy. There is absolutely NO compromise in this.

A recent conversation, which I tweeted about, went as follows (he had just helped clean something up and I wanted to shower him with gratitude):

Me: Thanks dude!
Son: I'm not dude.
Me: Thanks man.
Son: I’m not man.
Me: Mmm, okay. Thanks son?
Son: I’m not son.
Me: Thanks little helper?
Son: I'm not little helper
Me: Thanks buddy-boy.
Son: I'm not buddy boy, I'm worm-boy!

So with that, I give you photos of our little superhero in action. Perhaps he will soon take on Frankenstein Underwear.





As I can post more of the adventures of Wormboy, I will. After all, I have the password to the blog.

In the mean time, you can read my Twitter feed at http://twitter.com/cjwalkerman.

Twitter-pated

Do you Tweet? The husband's latest love is tweeting. He is always sending out tweets. He likes the challenge of getting a message across in under 140 characters. Ugh, brevity. Not my forte. I prefer the blogger's arena where there is a blank canvas that goes on- page after page. Is there a page limit even?

My older sister (shout out to ya, sis) and I are kindred spirits in that we can make a short story longer than necessary. I think it's a gift. It's a gift, right?

Anyway, I am all signed up on twitter.com thanks to the husband's incessant (incessant- does that word work in this context?) pleadings. He has like 30 followers. I have one. Just him. But I am following 3 people: the husband, a bro-in-law, and a sis-in-law (wife of said bro-in-law, evidence that we are both doing the twitter thing for our husbands). I think my sis-in-law is as excited about tweeting as I am. She has sent out ONE tweet. 2 months ago. I have sent NO tweets. Gotta do that sometime. So the husband will say, "Wife, you rock! You tweeted! I so love you!"

The husband seems to have a sense for whatever the latest and greatest thing will be. Just like Kip, the husband loves technology (listen to the song here). Could this be the latest and greatest? I just haven't caught the tweeter's vision yet, I guess. Maybe this all goes along with the "Nobody Cares About Your Blog" thing, meaning you can't really appreciate it until you have experienced it. I haven't really experienced it, but I do follow his tweets. Because I do care about his twittering (or is it tweeting? Whatever.). And because I love him that much.

But tweetie, I means sweetie- today I will try my first tweet. And I will dedicate it to you: the visionary of our family, the love of my life, the rooster in our nest. And you will be soooooo proud- in a righteous way. (So, um, since you are my IT guy- could you call me and tell me exactly how to go about sending that tweet?)