Twitter, Twupert and spellcheck
Annabel Crabb
Religion is a vexed topic these days. Not only do we no longer in Australia have a vaguely agreed common deity, to whose actual existence we might privately subscribe with varying degrees of conviction, but now there are a bunch of gods and you have to be careful about invoking them carelessly.
It's with this in mind that I cast the widest possible ecclesiastical net when I offer devout joyous thanks, and a sizeable tithe, to whichever heavenly being it was who made Rupert Murdoch go on Twitter.
Of all the published works for which Murdoch is directly or indirectly responsible, his Twitter stream is the most weirdly, awkwardly, cringe-inducingly enjoyable, with the possible exception of Aliens vs Predator: Requiem.
It has everything: drama, pathos, suspense and the sort of high-spirited shenanigans that inevitably ensue when an 81-year-old man tangles with predictive text.
(One tweet in January, reporting ''universal anger with Optus'', caused deep confusion in the Australian telecommunications industry until the mogul revealed he had actually typed POTUS - the President Of The United States - only to have his iPad decide otherwise on his behalf.)
http://www.smh.com.au/opinion/society-and-culture/twitter-twupert-and-spellcheck-20120331-1w51v.html