I thought I'd just made the name up off the top of my head, but apparently Maltwood is actually the name of one of the galleries at my old university. Makes you wonder what other sinister subconscious forces are influencing my work without me realizing!
Meanwhile, even after a good month or two of use, I think I still don't really quite "get" Twitter. Every time I start to type something up, I find myself struggling to decide whether or not it's actually worth posting. Unless I can spin it into some sort of joke, it usually never sees the light of day. But I guess that kind of restraint and self-editing kind of goes against the whole purpose of the thing, doesn't it?