I've got nothing against the zeitgeist. I too hunger for an iPhone I can play like an ocarina and am using Twitter for no better reason than it was there and kinda cool to be an early joiner.
But sometimes I have a grumpy anti-popularity reaction. For instance, in Facebook, people are sending around lists of 25 random facts about themselves and asking the recipient to write their own and send it on to a bunch of folks asking them to do their own and send it on and on and on. Which has the ring of a chain letter, except in this case, a chain self-revelation.
I am mostly enjoying the 25 things people send me, sad, funny, amazing, and touching facts that acquaintances want to share. But after getting "tagged" too often to count, I am going to say it once, read 25 random blog entries if you want 25 random blathers about me.
If they insist, I will come up with a concise and speedy 25 Things in two flavors:
Reduced: 2.5 Things About Me (at 10% of original list, a huge time saver)
Shavings: 25 Words I Like (which also functions as a list poem)