Uncle banged in the back door, rushin' in wif' wet shoes from the garden.
"Hey! Listen, I have a ballistic idea fer makin' zillions of dollars!"
I'se peelin' carrots, an the thought that iffin' we has zillions of dollars, that I might never git to peel carrots again put a hitch in mah heart.
"Well, Aloysius, youse gonna need a zillion or two if the Obamanation keep printin' funny money."
"I mean it, Belle. This' ll be a gold mine. Since I got this here Pocket Phone, people is pesterin' me about which apps I use.I looked up, "Apps?"
"Un-huh, all them fancy add ons that let's ya check the monsoons in Moravia."
Me: "They doan have monsoons in Moravia."
"Doan git all hung up ont he small stuff when I'se talkin' BIG stuff. Folks pay real money to git these Apps on they phones. A buck a pop. Git it? A buck a pop!! Think how many smart phones is out there. Why Champ Sidder had his boy down to the ranch last week. That 9 year old kid had a bright yaller smart phone. A kid wif' a computer phone. Ain't no wonder that the world...but it makes mah point. Champ Jr. had downloaded a dozen games, each one of 'em a buck. An Champ showed me how he follows his commodities wif' some kinda App. Hoo-Whee! all we gotta do is come up wif some juicy App, an all of America will be dumpin' dollars in our pork pens."
ME: "Aloysius, I doan know how we would think up some app that ain't already been thunk up by all these Twitters."
"Whas' a 'twitter'"?
Me: "Sombody who does they socializin' on the pocket phone. Ya see them all around in town, sittin at the outside cafe tables havin' lunch wif they significants, but each is on the phone twitterin' wif somebody that ain't thar' while the somebody that is thar is also twitterin to another somebody that ain't thar."
He waved his hand in the air, brushin' the twitters away. "Then jes's put 'twit' in front of the App name. So ya' can have TwitterChef,TwitStocks an' TwitterBeau, TwitterHo...whatever."
Me: " They already have a kind of twitterstock, called Tip'd. Thas' whar' ya git stock insider info from 407,000 out of work brokers, or learn how to be hip while they foreclose on yore vacation treehouse or that off- the- grid solar floatin' bungalow."
He shifted to his one hip stance, cocked is haid over and said, "Ya' know, a WIFE is supposed to hep raise up her mate's brainchile. Doan dump garbage on my idea. All I need is one good app idea an' we's rollin'! "
Me: "Well mebbe youse gonna git an idea from the legions of other app-ers. They have they own social media, figgerin' out jes how to make a blog or an app or some other social media craze.
But doan try no Pork Rinds thang, Aloysius. Thar's already a site fer why Bacon is the answer to everthang thatg ails ya'.
Uncle was jabbin at the keys on his phone. "hmn..." is all he said.
At dinner time he proudly announced that he had 62 hits on his Facebook query about app designs. There ain't no slowin' doan a fella on fire wif an idea.
What about y'all?
Is all y'all a Twitter, a Digger, Facebooker or a Stumbleon-er? How do ya keep all that stuff straight??
Tutorial fer Twitterin' Stumled Diggers
