When I was in high school, I hung out with Jim. People thought we were brothers, since we were both haole (white), about the same height, wore similar glasses, and could usually be found together.

One of our friends took to calling us Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. That quickly got changed to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Don.

As nicknames go, I’ve had worse.

Fast forward twenty-something years, where you find me venturing into the world of Twitter and in need of a screen name. The first thing that comes to mind is: tweeterdon.

And then that name gets rejected. Cute, but too much of an inside joke. You get it now, but it requires too much backstory.

So I’ve opted instead for the more descriptive – if pedestrian – writerdc.

Now that I’m on, I intend to re-read Jaime’s series of Twitter posts over at Bookmom Musings. so I can figure out exactly what I’m supposed to be doing.

Tweet, tweet.