Can't see Twitter's value? You might just be a #twit

Ooohhh, looks like we've got our very own Twissing contest between local media personalities!

In a piece headlined, "If you've got nothing to say, Twitter is for you," Joe Soucheray, columnist at the Pioneer Press, wrote. "A Twitter war, if that is the correct terminology, has apparently developed between Bernard Berrian and John Kriesel," Viking and state legislator, respectively.

The column drew fire from the blog of WCCO-TV's Jason DeRusha.

"DeBlog: Joe Soucheray's Crazy Garage Logic," read the headline on DeRusha's blog, which explained that Joe also hosts a radio show called "Garage Logic." Identifying himself as a huge user of Facebook and Twitter, DeRusha wrote: "I enjoy the interaction with friends and viewers, I enjoy all the knowledge being shared, and I enjoy the ability to make a sarcastic comment in 140 characters. I realize Twitter isn't for everyone, and I certainly realize that Twitter isn't for Joe Soucheray."

Of the headline on Sooch's column, DeRusha wrote: "It's hard to even analyze that, it's so ridiculous. It's like saying 'Television is garbage' or 'Newspapers are good for wrapping fish.' I tweeted about Joe's column this morning (because that's what Twitter is REALLY for, mocking people who hate Twitter), and that led to Taylor Carick creating a hash tag '#FutureSoucherayColumns.' Taylor started with 'my new car's XM radio has too many stations."'

Others followed:

@MorningWXGuy, also known as WCCO-TV meteorologist Mike Augustyniak: "Balloons that inflate on impact during a car crash? That'll never work."

@justacoolcat: "I don't understand the Internet, but I can say it's worthless."

@_taylor_: "street lights are too bright and also too expensive."

Ooh, ooh. I have a couple inspired by a 2007 column item I wrote about Joe SoochPack's million-dollar renovation of his home. "Only an old-fashioned person recycles housing materials when he can afford brand new," and "Who needs a swimming pool in the back yard when there's a bathtub in your house?"

Sooch has not responded to my phone call; he generally does not deign to return media calls.

"I don't know that it's a thing," DeRusha said, "Is it? I like Joe."

Sooch is apparently so anti-tweeting, although he has a Twitter page, that he texts "a message a day because my superiors in the radio business have asked me to," according to his column.

I don't know if Sooch talked about this on the radio Wednesday because Sooch's show is to me what Twitter is to Joe.

Welcome home, AmandaAnd the No. 1 thought that went through Amanda Knox's head as the Italian Appeals Court verdict was read, according to David Letterman on Monday: "If Michele O'Bachmann becomes president, I'm moving back to Italy!"

Polski's next 15 minutesWord has it that Serena Williams' would-be Minnesota husband gets a few frames of glory in "Kim's Fairytale Wedding: A Kardashian Event."

Anthony Polski, son of Market Bar-B-Que owner Steve Polski, may be seen dancing with Williams at the wedding reception of Kim Kardashian and Kris Humphries. Although there's still time for it to wind up on the cutting-room floor, there is talk of a scene in which Anthony and Serena were encircled by approving wedding guests as the Minnesota BBQ boy showed off his dance moves to the tennis champ.

When asked about a photo of this moment, printed by People magazine, Anthony informed me that he thinks he's going to marry Serena.

Stood up againOf course Sid Hartman stood me up.

"I might go with you Wednesday night," the Strib's sports columnist told me after somebody told him of my offer, in print, to take him to a Lynx game. And not just any game -- they are playing in the WNBA Championship Series.

"Might." My gut told me Sid wouldn't follow through with any behavior that looked like support of that which Title IX has produced. I jokingly asked my editor if it was OK for me to have an "I'm with Sexist" T-shirt made up for my (these words are hard to type) date with Sid.

"NO!!!!!!!!!..." came his response, with more than 30 exclamation points.

Oh well.

Go Lynx!