Odd this day

21 March 2006

Coates
4 min readMar 21, 2024

At 12.50pm, Pacific Standard Time, on this day Twitter co-founder Jack Dorsey sent the first ever tweet.

@jack’s profound first tweet: “just setting up my twttr”. It has been retweeted 115,000 times

He defined the form as “a short burst of inconsequential information”, and did little to dispel this idea by choosing the words “just setting up my twttr” as the first example to fly free into the world.

Over the following 16 years, remarkable things happened on the site. Relationships formed, presidential campaigns unfolded, and the people of Britain spent an entire day not getting any work done, because we were too busy telling each other jokes and making memes to celebrate our Prime Minister sticking his penis into the mouth of a dead pig. God knows what this unofficial bank holiday did to our GDP. (The story was entirely fabricated, of course, the most likely candidate for its invention being a man who improbably went on to be Prime Minister himself despite being congenitally incapable of telling the truth. These were interesting times.)

Mocking politicians seemed to be one of the primary purposes of the site — even when they were just kindly, blameless men making profound statements about human nature.

Screenshot of Ted Cruz tweet. He is standing in front of a cow sculpted in butter, andhas appended the words “Wow, a cow made of butter. My girls would love it. In fact, the first sentence Caroline ever said was “I like butter””

We knew it was wrong to mock these fellows of principle, but we did it anyway — such as, for example, when someone who wasn’t That Nice Man George Galloway started the hashtag #AskGeorgeGalloway, causing the man in the hat to be bombarded with foolish questions for days. He blocked many, many people that week — and rightly so. What sort of person takes childish advantage of something like that?

A tweet from me, tagging George Galloway, asking the vital question “Who would win a fight between a baboon and a badger?”

Some people became ‘Twitter famous’. One man, for example, wrote three books. Another wrote one, but was forced to employ the block button with some frequency when he turned out also to be the author of a truly horrific sex blog he’d forgotten the password to and thus couldn’t delete. His commitment to social change through ‘humour’ was somewhat undermined by phrases such as

If I’ve done my job, you’ll be shaking, panting and almost crying by the time it’s over

…and by his paean to the exact location of the g-spot

It’s around 2.3 knuckles deep. It’s that precise.

What an awful pity. I do feel sorry for him.

And then there was the shitposting. So very much joyously stupid shitposting. Here’s just one example.

A photo of David Attenborough leaning over the back of a chair to look at camera. He is in front of a river. An account called fourfoot has added the words “And it was just over there that Raoul Moat got proper bad boy wasted by the Babylon”

Oh, all right then. Here’s another:

A tewet from Sarah Dempster: a dog at a piano, with a photo of Phil Collins in front of him, apparently singing “Suss — Suss — Sausages”

Maybe just one more…

A tweet from Dorsa Amir with a medieval painting of two horses, one side on, one facing us. The poster has imagined a conversation between patron and artist arranging the work, finishing with the patron saying “you do know how to paint horses from the front?” The artist assures him this is the case. The from-the-front horse is weird and dorky

Memes, cats, idiocy, jokes. All human life was there — to the extent that a site criticised (and not inaccurately) for its banality and cruelty had undiluted goodness on it, too. Some of us had the luck to ‘meet’ a man called Simon, for example, described by Ian Martin as:

An astonishing comet of kindness blazing across social media’s dark night skies, indiscriminately brightening the lives of everyone

…and who left the site, and us, much diminished when he died aged only 50. If you didn’t ‘know’ him, here’s a glimpse into who he was:

I never met him, but I can’t get through that intact.

And now, the site itself — sold to one of the richest, stupidest and most awful people alive — needs a eulogy.

And here is its most fitting memorial: one day, the CEO of a cryptocurrency exchange company (snake oil salesman, to use the technical term) paid a huge sum of money for a non-fungible token (snake oil) of that first tweet, giving rise to the unimprovable headline:

Guardian headline, accomapnied by an image of the man in question sitting in a large leather chair: Man who paid $2.9m for NFT of Jack Dorsey’s first tweet set to lose almost $2.9m

So, the world is imperfect, and nothing lasts forever, but you know what?

We’ll always have schadenfreude.

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Coates
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