Conflict of Interest: I’m the information architect at Faculty of 1000, as you probably know by now. As it’s Friday, and Henry Gee has admitted he is, after all, the new Stephen Fry, I thought a quick poll is in order.
If you use Twitter (or alternatively), then who are you?
The poll took five minutes to write and is completely non-scientific (I can see Bob having a conniption fit from here) but it should take more no than 7.384 seconds to complete and might show some interesting trends.
KTHXBAI.
Not just Bob… I’m sorry, but that is an absolutely dreadful poll! Separating the clickable options into different categories might help; currently you are looking for information on job description, field, and personal vs. professional use all in one confusing mess of an options list. Since not everyone is going to click a box in every category, you end up with answers like this:
Personal use only 3%
Professional use only 3%
Mix of both 17%
Which may still give you valuable information, but is clearly not capturing everyone’s answers.
Revise and resubmit, please!
I’ve said this before, but:
According to a new study from Ipsos Reid, 74% of Canadian internet users are unaware of Twitter. Of those who are aware... just 6% reported having used it.Twitter? What’s that? [Not from a Canadian]
Dear Dr Ennis
No.
Sincerely
Mrs Trellis of Nth Wales
The nature and timing of this, and Jenny’s comment, makes me think that the two of you have been dahn the pub!
Back at the pub again?!
It was a GREAT pleasure to meet you and the other nature networkers. I am newly inspired to continue blogging (as soon as I finish x, y and z…)
Pubs are a necessary weevil of life in London, it appears. I mean, I’ll probably be forced to go down the Goat after Fiction Lab tonight to explain exactly, and in excruciating detail, why Stephen is wrong about this book.
(I don’t know what his opinion actually is yet, but that just demonstrates how important all this is.)
Whereas I shall to endeavour to explain that Richard is just wrong. And will probably have to be culled.
You. Outside.
If I’m not there in five minutes start without me.
There’s a pub called The Goat after Fiction Lab?
Cool!
Ooooh. Fighting Talk. Someone will have to sell tickets.
We were all stuffed.