The mayor of Minneapolis tweets.
You either know what that means or you don't. If you're thinking he hops around making high-pitched sounds and likes to conduct meetings while perched on a rod, nuzzling a cuttlebone, you're wrong. As far as I know. The staff would be understandably close-lipped about such things.
No, tweets are what we hip, cool, irritating people call the messages sent on Twitter. I've lost you, haven't I?
Let me explain. Twitter is the latest thing on the Internet, which means all the really wired people were so over it six months ago, and are currently playing with something that lets you send smells via text messaging.
For the rest of the world, Twitter is an addictive message service that lets you find out what 2,026 strangers put in their coffee that morning.
You ask: How is this different from a "blog," other than "blog" sounds like a drain obstruction and Twitter sounds like someone who's free-based espresso and helium? Well, you can go on for 934,045 words on a blog. Twitter limits you to 140 characters.
If you say that no one can accomplish anything with 140 characters, I'd agree, if we were talking about the recent Star Wars movies. Otherwise, no. Short = good. Brevity, soul of wit.
Finally, you ask, who cares? Why do we need another means for people to flash themselves in public and clot the intertubes with useless natterings? When will everybody shut up?