Just when I thought that online social networking couldn’t get any lamer than MySpace, along came Twitter. In a way, it’s kind of brilliant in that it fully exposes how banal, bored, and self-absorbed we all are. You sign in, and it asks you what you’re doing. You have 140 characters’ worth of space to answer, which then shoots out over the entire network. Some people apparently have thousands of “followers” who breathlessly await the next update on the writer’s coffee consumption or frustration with their boss.  Most posts seem to be about being tired or being bored. It’s the online equivalent of watching paint dry.