Here's the deal... I would twitter, I would tweet, I would chat about this and that, and every time, the same thing would happen: my tweeps would respond, full of aprehension and suspiscion "who are you talking about," "when did that happen," "is that about me?" Call me a coward, call me childish, (call me Ishmael?) but the fact is, I'm not ready to be that direct. I don't want confrontation that head on. I want to go back to my happy ways, my quiet asides, my back-of-the-class-under-my-breath bon mots. And I'll bet you want to join me. It's not high school anymore, but isn't the drama still more fun when it's behind your back...