I'm used to it. Lots of my friends do it. But I don't read it, because I read Twitter (when I have the time, and when I don't I don't usually have the time to read LJ very carefully either).

On the other hand, I crave it. It is life. It tells me things... beautiful, delicious whispering twittery birdlike things. They get in my head and stroke my thoughts gently, lovingly, like a fifty-armed octopus made of cheese. If I go more than a couple days without seeing a loudtwitter spam, I get a headache.