There's an awful lot of bollocks talked about an awful lot of what we can loosely refer to as "stuff on the internet". Depending on what you read on any given day, Twitter is lots of people telling you what they had for lunch, the path to our societal decay, the catalyst for other society's revolutions, and so on and so forth. One I heard recently was a fear that as young people start to use Twitter they'll stop talking to each other all together. Anyone who's spent more than two minutes looking at how young people, old people, or indeed people without a prefix use Twitter will recognise this as not just bollocks, but utter bollocks. Twitter, and other things like it, are additional channels of communication not alternative communication channels.
Consider this little example from back in May. Daniel copied a picture from a comic when making my birthday card. I popped the picture up on Twitter and showed it to the comic's writer and artist, who then said nice things about it. Good on them. There is no traditional channel that is replaced here. I could perhaps have put a photocopy in an envelope with a covering letter, sent it into the comic in question, and perhaps, one day, got a brief reply from a subeditor saying thanks. But, in truth, I wouldn't have bothered and nor would you, because it would be too much hoohar and would have sucked the life out of the whole thing. Sticking it up on Twitter, however, was the work of a moment, fun, and actually pretty exciting.
This, and a hundred little episodes like it, are why I enjoyed Twitter in 2011.