Twitter is the new helium balloon.

This conversation last week at Matt's apartment...

@sidenotecal: I have to warn you, I'm a little crabby so I'm sorry if I'm not very good company.
@confusador: It's ok. Rough day at work, huh?
@sidenotecal: Woah...yes! How did you know that I had a bad day at work?
@confusador: Um, you posted it on Twitter...
@sidenotecal: Oh, right. I thought maybe you were psychic.

...reminded me of my 5th birthday. Dad took me on a trip to California and as I walked through the airport carrying my helium birthday balloon and wearing my "Going to Grandma's" backpack, strangers kept stopping to wish me a happy birthday...

5 year old me: Daddy, how does everyone know that it's my birthday?
Daddy: I called ahead and told everyone it is your special day.
5 year old me: Woah...

Pretty sure I had the exact same look of wonder and awe on my face during both conversations. Twitter is the new helium balloon.