I know how I said I was quitting Twitter and everything. How above it I’ve become. How more enlightened I am for my tweetlessness. How the days are now just FILLED with real rewarding, productive activities.

Ya. Kinda. Or not.

Anyway, even in the throes of my Twitter withdrawl, I would still find myself back there, from time to time. Just, you know, checking on my account.  Dust off my avatar.  Maybe read some of the collected wisdom of the hive mind.  Follow some links to some WordPress themes, or whatever.

Two days ago, while the ink was still wet on my leaving-Twitter manifesto, I tweeted something. I had to. It was too good. Or too perfect for the “Sounds Dirty But Isn’t” (#sdbi) mini-meme.  It went something like this:

Sounds Dirty But Isn’t: “Nudibranch” #sdbi http://bit.ly/eW4ch (Sorry, I’m not really back, just couldn’t resist that one) B-)

Complete with its own apology no less.  Will this be my final “official” tweet? (I’m not counting the blog post auto-tweets.) Will my resolve to say everything with much longer sentences hold steady against the urge to quip and run?

Today I almost fell off the wagon again… My friend Mary (@MDuette) was having some fun with the #chickenfilms meme:  “Cluck Fiction” — “Lay It Forward” — “The Empire Quacks Back” (that last one was actually #duckfilms).

Ooh, Ooh, Mr. Kotter, Mr. Kotter, I thought to myself, my figurative arm waving in the air to get the imaginary Gabe Kaplan’s attention. I have one! It’s perfect! And entirely original!  So I almost tweeted:

A Cluckwork Orange #chickenfilms

Not bad, right?  I stand by it, such as it is. And while it may have been original, something made me do a Twitter search, just in case some other genius also thought of it. And sure enough, there were a couple of tweets from just an hour earlier, as well as MANY more from about a week ago, as part of the #oneletteroffmovies meme.

So what have we learned. I dunno. Maybe nothing.  But that’s my story of how I didn’t tweet “A Cluckwork Orange”, mostly because I was chicken…