I have a twitter account, but I don’t get it. I’ve tried using it for a bit but I just don’t buy into this whole microblogging thing; who cares about the minutiae of your daily life? Now I know what old, cranky, anti-blogging grandmothers feel like.

But it’s stories like this one where a pair of Twitterati meet THE_REAL_SHAQ that intrigues me enough to give it more mind share:

Today Sean and I were discussing rumored trade situations over IM, and the possibility of Shaq being traded to Cleveland.

“Well, I just got a twitter from The Real Shaq, and he’s at 5 & Diner right now,” Sean informed me.

“Let’s go then” I said, assuming that I’d finally put this “Real Shaq” crap to rest.

Twenty minutes later we were pulling up to the restaurant and looking for the big black truck that he’s rumored to drive around town. “Maybe that’s it” Sean said, pointing at an older, but nice Van and laughing. As we pulled up I saw the Superman symbol on the grill.

Now if only Toronto had some interesting celebrities on Twitter. No Adam Giambrone and Michael Ignatieff don’t count. I wouldn’t mind running into Nelly Furtado at Just Desserts.