Behind every professional tweetup, there is a communicator who is a news junkie. As tweetup plans progress, their addiction spawns late nights of trawling through twitter profiles and reading over articles on Mashable.
They claim to ‘digg’ social media.
Really, they’re a professional stalker.
This person has a team of people they work with who only encourage their manic micro-blogging behaviours. They no longer function in normal social situations, as they increasingly find the back of their iPhone glued to their palm.
Occasionally, when writing a text message or a Facebook post they look for the magical ‘140’ character countdown on their screen. Oh, those other social media platforms.
Yes, @nessyhill’s real life evolved into communicating in headlines. Twitter Tycoon Takes Over The World. Or something like that.
My obsessive behaviour began after selection to attend a NASA Tweetup in September. Before that, all was fun and games. As I watched the GRAIL spacecraft from Cape Canaveral, it launched amongst a myriad of micro-blogging. Then I was hooked.
I flew back to Australia into a flutter of tweets. In the next four weeks, I would administer @CSIROnews whilst their head twit was on leave and begin to organise their first tweetup. I was tweeting above my average.
Balancing the 9-5 with the extracurricular tweeting was tough, not only due to a heavy workload but because I wanted to look at Hootsuite all the time. My streams were plentiful and the analytics were pretty.
My tweetup efforts were secondary to the fellow work-o-holic who organised the venue, speakers and managed a lot of press coverage. I took care of the tweets, tweeps and anything in-between. The enthusiasm of our 50 participants was encouraging.
I was now a stalking Queen. It was beneficial, enabling quick feedback on most of my communications. While we had a communications plan, it had a large “let’s play-it-by-ear” influence. Although there were some things of which I was certain; no tweeps couldn’t bring any friends and ‘I don’t like avacado’ wouldn’t lead to anaphylactic shock.
And suddenly it was tweetup time. My inner stalker flourished. Yes, I instantly knew the tweeps name, age and occupation by glancing at their Twitter handle. Or on first sight.
With a few last minute cancellations, the 47 tweeps were such a lovely group of people. They weren’t deterred by our rushed Sunday morning communications a week earlier about Mars Science Lab’s delayed launch date. They didn’t care that there weren’t enough seats in the cafeteria for us to all eat dinner at the same time. These end-of-the-world scenarios played out in my head were really unmemorable leading up to MSL’s launch. The tweeps were a variety of ages and occupations who were all connected by an interest in science and space exploration.
And as planned they tweeted with interest, excitement and detail that enabled the twittersphere to enjoy what our speakers, the Deep Space Network and CSIRO Discovery centre had to offer.
Now, every time I see tweeps interacting on Twitter, it makes me smile. In essence, our little tweetup had big ambitions. We’ve fostered an Aussie space community, many who have connected with other ‘space tweeps’ across the seas.
As for me, the 9 to 5 hasn’t been the same since I returned from the tweetup. My nails aren’t bitten and I’ve even had time to walk my dog.
I’ll have to organise another tweetup next year.#CSIROtweetup had 954 268 potential impressions