“Journalists” trying to cover the Twitter phenom remind me of the first typosaurs exploring the internets. They need to come back with a story fast, and so they look for the honking neon signs. And miss the story altogether. Sometimes the news is in the food. And sometimes it’s in the brain droppings. I guess I should only be amazed they weren’t snowed by the big snowman who managed all of six Tweets before melting. Meet the old media, same as the old media.