I titled this blog post what I did today because I fully intended to do a quickie prosy type write up on all the things I do and don’t miss about Boston after being in Arizona for a couple weeks now, but as I sit and look at the windows I have open at the bottom status bar of my monitor I feel the title is appropriate for a completely different ranting babble instead.
And that babble is: what the fuck is with all of the options for joining and why in the hell do I need or want to join them?
This of course comes as a direct result of being inundated of late by whisperings of the newest social media site Google+. Apparently it’s hot, so hot in fact that you have to get an invite from someone who’s already a member in order to join. Well whoopee doo.
At least that was my first reaction. Now I’m not so sure.
Am I special enough to have been sent an invitation to beta test this site? No, not so much. Probably because I don’t have a Gmail account. Which is also why, after inquiring of one of my teammates as to getting an invite, I still haven’t sent her anything. Because, just like joining yet another social networking site (read: portal of time suckage) I really honestly do not need yet another email to monitor too.
I have a plethora of emails already -- 2 company related, 1 personal and 1 strictly for my writing life -- not to mention that there’s Facebook mail too. If I have to add another email account, another social networking site (read: portal of time suckage) to learn and explore, is it likely that I’ll ever actually do anything else with my life?
The short answer of course is no.
The long answer isn’t as simple as a two letter word.
Social media, as everyone knows these days, is the place to be if you want to gain any exposure to any kind of market for anything. Attorneys have their own twitter following, you can ‘Like’ anything from coffee to celebrities on Facebook and let’s not discount the fact that I never would have known that July 15th had been ‘National bitch slap an idiot day’ had I not gotten the notification of the mass invite on that very same site.
I have a company page on FB and twitter. I have personal accounts on both as well. I have 3 blogs. I belong to countless other silly portals of stupidity all over the internet (I’m looking at you HUBPages and eZine). Hell, I think my MySpace page is even still floating around out there. But I think this whole idea of Google+ was literally just the straw that broke my keyboard’s back this morning.
If I don’t join early, like I did with Facebook, I won’t get the super shiny user name that I want and then 2 years from now when FB fades away like MySpace did I’ll be on the tail end of the new technology wave. I’ll be the equivalent of the virtual dinosaur.
“What do you mean you don’t have a Google+ account? I mean, how is that even possible? Don’t you write books and try to sell them? How are you still only promoting yourself with these archaic means like twitter when you could be on Google+?!!!?”
And then the second I join that it will be ‘Join the newest social media site Strawberry Fields! Everybody’s doing it!’ And so on, and so on until eventually I’m the only one streaking naked through the quad up to the gymnasium.
So where or when does it end? Again, the short answer is, it doesn’t. And that’s what makes me question the validity of joining this new social media site (read: portal of time suckage) in the first place.
But again that also forces me to repeat the question -- when then will I have time to do something with my life? The something that forces me to join all the “networking” sites in the first place? If I never actually find the time to write anything to sell it to someone, then what good is knowing all the someone’s going to do? No matter how many times I post status updates that I’m working on the book, trying to find an editor or rewriting my query all that does is take time away from dong the things I just said I was doing.
Catch-22 much?
You have to join to keep in front of the public but the public can suck so much of your time that you have nothing to publicize.
It stinks.
So for now I guess I’m going to keep my profile off of Google+ and simply keep on keeping on in the manner I’ve been going. I’m pretty sure that someday when I get a publisher / agent / editor who enforces a deadline they will thank me for it.
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
@CrunchySquares Make My #MouthWater
We were watching Hawaii 5-0 last night (because I’m a red blooded American girl and yes Alex O’Loughlin has quickly shot up to make it onto my celebrity top five list -- are you with me ladies? I mean, hello hot, and he even [finally] smiled during last night’s episode too, amazing!…but as usual I digress) and I have this unusual ability to be looking directly at the television but mentally I tune out anything that isn’t of interest. Like most commercials.
It freaks Matt out because he’ll start laughing and/or say some off handed comment about whatever is on the screen and I’ll just reply with ‘what?’, even though I was looking right at the television I had pressed the mute button inside my head.
For some reason last night though I happened to notice that at least ten companies have stopped putting their own website address at the bottom of the screen and simply have a backslash Facebook link where you can Like their whatever it is they are.
When I saw that a popular cereal was advertised with a Facebook page I said ‘well of course they’re on Facebook, everything and everyone’s on Facebook these days’. Matt replied ‘yeah, and twitter’ and I started laughing hysterically.
Matt is not on twitter. Matt is on Facebook but really only on Facebook like once a week (if that). Matt wouldn’t have a computer if it wasn’t for his love of surfing real estate (read: his version of porn). Matt wouldn’t own a cell phone if it wasn’t for wanting to keep in touch with his gorgeous wife (yes, for those keeping score that would be me).
But I’m on twitter, in fact I’m kind of a big old internet slut because I’ll open an account just about anywhere if I think its going to be good for shameless self promotion. I’m a writer and I’m pretty likely self-publishing my books so truthfully it just makes sense to connect with as many people as possible. And because I’m on twitter I know just how giggle inducing it is to think about a cereal being on twitter.
When I had wiped the tears of hysterics away I responded with ‘what would a cereal even say in 140 characters?’
To which we spent a commercial break discussing the finer points of crunchy goodness and how cereal could talk all about its sweet side.
Or maybe it’s the kind of cereal that has a dark side. Its profile could read ‘Buoyant. Enjoy floating in white liquid from cows, beans, rice and almonds. I’m baked, baby.’
My side hurts from laughing about it every time I think of logging onto twitter and seeing ‘RT @CerealLuvr Thanks for crunching on CrunchySquares! @CrunchySquares rocks my sugary world #letsgetmarried’
Has it gotten this out of control? Readers, please tell me if you’re on twitter and if so if you follow cereal of any kind. If you do follow cereal, which are your favorite tweets? The organic and all natural or the highly processed sugar coated kind?
#mouthwateringandhungry
It freaks Matt out because he’ll start laughing and/or say some off handed comment about whatever is on the screen and I’ll just reply with ‘what?’, even though I was looking right at the television I had pressed the mute button inside my head.
For some reason last night though I happened to notice that at least ten companies have stopped putting their own website address at the bottom of the screen and simply have a backslash Facebook link where you can Like their whatever it is they are.
When I saw that a popular cereal was advertised with a Facebook page I said ‘well of course they’re on Facebook, everything and everyone’s on Facebook these days’. Matt replied ‘yeah, and twitter’ and I started laughing hysterically.
Matt is not on twitter. Matt is on Facebook but really only on Facebook like once a week (if that). Matt wouldn’t have a computer if it wasn’t for his love of surfing real estate (read: his version of porn). Matt wouldn’t own a cell phone if it wasn’t for wanting to keep in touch with his gorgeous wife (yes, for those keeping score that would be me).
But I’m on twitter, in fact I’m kind of a big old internet slut because I’ll open an account just about anywhere if I think its going to be good for shameless self promotion. I’m a writer and I’m pretty likely self-publishing my books so truthfully it just makes sense to connect with as many people as possible. And because I’m on twitter I know just how giggle inducing it is to think about a cereal being on twitter.
When I had wiped the tears of hysterics away I responded with ‘what would a cereal even say in 140 characters?’
To which we spent a commercial break discussing the finer points of crunchy goodness and how cereal could talk all about its sweet side.
Or maybe it’s the kind of cereal that has a dark side. Its profile could read ‘Buoyant. Enjoy floating in white liquid from cows, beans, rice and almonds. I’m baked, baby.’
My side hurts from laughing about it every time I think of logging onto twitter and seeing ‘RT @CerealLuvr Thanks for crunching on CrunchySquares! @CrunchySquares rocks my sugary world #letsgetmarried’
Has it gotten this out of control? Readers, please tell me if you’re on twitter and if so if you follow cereal of any kind. If you do follow cereal, which are your favorite tweets? The organic and all natural or the highly processed sugar coated kind?
#mouthwateringandhungry
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Well Look at That, BTP on Thursday This Week
It just occurred to me this morning that we will be in Pennsylvania seeing Dave Matthews Band in fifteen days. Can not wait! It has been a couple years since seeing them on Randall’s island and admittedly it will be odd without LeRoi but I have a feeling this is going to be one of the best tours they have ever done because a big component of it is about honoring the man himself. So excited to be able to be a part of it.
Twitter is still holding my interest somewhat but I fear this might be one of those things I drop eventually just because of the strange time commitment involved. Time will tell on that one though I guess. For now I’m still there but posting / reading only about twice a day.
Hello sunshine, thanks for joining us again. We have certainly missed you’re cheerful disposition these past five days.
I’m not sure just how it happened but sometime in the last year I have become a stay at home mom without any kids. Suddenly I’m like a little chef and I even sometimes do Matt’s laundry. WTF? It isn’t entirely a bad thing (especially on nights like last night where I conceptualize the most amazing garlic butter and white wine breaded scallops, coconut rice and maple glazed carrots) but it is just such a far departure from the person I have always thought of myself as being it will take some getting used to that’s all. Understand, he doesn’t force me to do any of this stuff, I take it on myself, and cheerfully at that, so I think that is why I am mystified.
In Arlington we had attempted to grow herbs and flowers on our balcony but it only got a little bit of sun everyday. Here we have this awesome shelf built right onto the railing just outside our back door so a couple days after we moved in we planted basil and repotted a flower that was still living (despite being in the house with me) since my mom’s party back in April. I am happy to report the flower is doing well and the basil is beginning to sprout already. I am totally looking forward to using it in homemade sauce later this summer and into the fall.
When we went to the liquor store down the street on July 3rd to pick up beer for the cookout on the 4th, I laughed hysterically when I read the sign over the building.
Twitter is still holding my interest somewhat but I fear this might be one of those things I drop eventually just because of the strange time commitment involved. Time will tell on that one though I guess. For now I’m still there but posting / reading only about twice a day.
Hello sunshine, thanks for joining us again. We have certainly missed you’re cheerful disposition these past five days.
I’m not sure just how it happened but sometime in the last year I have become a stay at home mom without any kids. Suddenly I’m like a little chef and I even sometimes do Matt’s laundry. WTF? It isn’t entirely a bad thing (especially on nights like last night where I conceptualize the most amazing garlic butter and white wine breaded scallops, coconut rice and maple glazed carrots) but it is just such a far departure from the person I have always thought of myself as being it will take some getting used to that’s all. Understand, he doesn’t force me to do any of this stuff, I take it on myself, and cheerfully at that, so I think that is why I am mystified.
In Arlington we had attempted to grow herbs and flowers on our balcony but it only got a little bit of sun everyday. Here we have this awesome shelf built right onto the railing just outside our back door so a couple days after we moved in we planted basil and repotted a flower that was still living (despite being in the house with me) since my mom’s party back in April. I am happy to report the flower is doing well and the basil is beginning to sprout already. I am totally looking forward to using it in homemade sauce later this summer and into the fall.
When we went to the liquor store down the street on July 3rd to pick up beer for the cookout on the 4th, I laughed hysterically when I read the sign over the building.
OK Cable Guy…you can show up any old time now. Matter of fact you only have an hour and a half to do so and I would love if you actually made it on time. (Edit since first writing this -- dudes have come and gone, network is set up and cable too woo hoo! I like being legal but Matt is going to have to reprogram the clicker I think, nothing is turning on & off like it used to. We have so many components it is not a shock, but that is just not my area).
In order to work off some of this spread which magically showed up after eating, well, too much spread, Matt and I started an early morning workout routine. Early as in 6:00 AM. Yeah, that lasted exactly one day. I am just not a morning person. So now we are walking in the evenings instead. He gets home a little before 7:00, we eat and digest then about 8:00 we head out to pound the pavement. We have gone every day this week so far and I really have been enjoying it so much more than trying to drag my tired, albeit jiggly, ass out of bed at that ungodly hour. I never understood why gyms aren’t open at 1:00AM.
Do you ever get the sense like you were born to do something; that your whole life is an effort to work up to fulfilling one specific goal or purpose? I wonder this kind of stuff all the time but in turn it scares the hell out of me to consider that once that life purpose is achieved, what is left to live for? Does a new goal or purpose just magically appear to pursue or are we just supposed to ride the wave of the one true thing as long as possible and then live happily ever (though possibly bored) knowing we achieved our allotted success in life?
I have a couple paint jobs coming up this summer, in fact one starts tomorrow, and I am really excited to be doing this again. Not only is it going to be another great way to stay in shape both physically and financially but it will be nice to get back out in the world of contractors again. Sometimes it gets awful lonely working as a writer, enjoying nothing but my creativity for conceptualizing adjectives. So it will be nice to be able to do something less brain and more brawn for a couple weeks, where I can also have an actual conversation with another person every once in a while too.
Can someone please explain to me why banks charge money for dipping below a minimum daily balance? Um, hello, if you charge a fee isn’t the account going to continue to remain below that minimum? Perhaps that is the point, bleed the customer dry so you can pay your enormous debt back to the government right? I guess it is really us paying back the debts then huh? Not to mention how can you do this to a person who not only holds five separate accounts with your institution but someone who is a small business owner and has had an account with your establishment since 2000? Not like they charged my personal account of course, they hit me in the business account. So I called to inquire why I was charged the fee in the first place, due to the fact that I had received a letter indicating fees were waved for June and I was charged the fee on June 3. Apparently from what the Customer Hindrance Representative told me, the billing cycle for June ends on June 3. Say what? Oh and gee isn’t it a bummer that now you have been charged the “maintenance” fee for July as well since today is the 9th; looks like you never put any more money in there. Well thanks for letting me know that my business sucks this year. Apparently yours is thriving now on my loss right? I can only imagine how many other people are going through this exact same thing with TD Banknorth. Sucks for them, my money will be coming right the hell out of their institution by tomorrow morning and going into a local bank instead. All over $30. You know that is a gallon of paint I just lost. Totally not cool.
OK and shake it off…
I posted a vid over at GLR today showcasing Kermit the Frog singing Its Not Easy Bein’ Green and in my travels to locate it, this one popped up too. Freaking hilarious.
Visit all of the BTP Crew:
Ginger
Bridgete
Bree
Kate
KC
You? If you’re doing BTP Thursday (or any day) link back to here and let me know so I can give you the appropriate holla!
In order to work off some of this spread which magically showed up after eating, well, too much spread, Matt and I started an early morning workout routine. Early as in 6:00 AM. Yeah, that lasted exactly one day. I am just not a morning person. So now we are walking in the evenings instead. He gets home a little before 7:00, we eat and digest then about 8:00 we head out to pound the pavement. We have gone every day this week so far and I really have been enjoying it so much more than trying to drag my tired, albeit jiggly, ass out of bed at that ungodly hour. I never understood why gyms aren’t open at 1:00AM.
Do you ever get the sense like you were born to do something; that your whole life is an effort to work up to fulfilling one specific goal or purpose? I wonder this kind of stuff all the time but in turn it scares the hell out of me to consider that once that life purpose is achieved, what is left to live for? Does a new goal or purpose just magically appear to pursue or are we just supposed to ride the wave of the one true thing as long as possible and then live happily ever (though possibly bored) knowing we achieved our allotted success in life?
I have a couple paint jobs coming up this summer, in fact one starts tomorrow, and I am really excited to be doing this again. Not only is it going to be another great way to stay in shape both physically and financially but it will be nice to get back out in the world of contractors again. Sometimes it gets awful lonely working as a writer, enjoying nothing but my creativity for conceptualizing adjectives. So it will be nice to be able to do something less brain and more brawn for a couple weeks, where I can also have an actual conversation with another person every once in a while too.
Can someone please explain to me why banks charge money for dipping below a minimum daily balance? Um, hello, if you charge a fee isn’t the account going to continue to remain below that minimum? Perhaps that is the point, bleed the customer dry so you can pay your enormous debt back to the government right? I guess it is really us paying back the debts then huh? Not to mention how can you do this to a person who not only holds five separate accounts with your institution but someone who is a small business owner and has had an account with your establishment since 2000? Not like they charged my personal account of course, they hit me in the business account. So I called to inquire why I was charged the fee in the first place, due to the fact that I had received a letter indicating fees were waved for June and I was charged the fee on June 3. Apparently from what the Customer Hindrance Representative told me, the billing cycle for June ends on June 3. Say what? Oh and gee isn’t it a bummer that now you have been charged the “maintenance” fee for July as well since today is the 9th; looks like you never put any more money in there. Well thanks for letting me know that my business sucks this year. Apparently yours is thriving now on my loss right? I can only imagine how many other people are going through this exact same thing with TD Banknorth. Sucks for them, my money will be coming right the hell out of their institution by tomorrow morning and going into a local bank instead. All over $30. You know that is a gallon of paint I just lost. Totally not cool.
OK and shake it off…
I posted a vid over at GLR today showcasing Kermit the Frog singing Its Not Easy Bein’ Green and in my travels to locate it, this one popped up too. Freaking hilarious.
Visit all of the BTP Crew:
Ginger
Bridgete
Bree
Kate
KC
You? If you’re doing BTP Thursday (or any day) link back to here and let me know so I can give you the appropriate holla!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Expressing Thanks
Some of you know that I hand make bags from upcycled or recycled fabrics as a hobby and that I have a shop on Etsy under my company name of Chucka Stone Designs where I sell these little goodies. Well about a week ago, Jackie over at Etsy Item of the Day got in touch with me and asked if she could feature this
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as today’s featured item of the day. As if I was going to say no! The funny thing is that I have been contemplating marking all of my Etsy shop items at 50% off as a moving sale next week so I can possibly unload some merchandise before I have to pack it and take it to the new place. I would much rather take it to the post office and send it to a fine, yet different, home.
This morning I was suggesting, over on one of the thousand or so social networking sites I now belong to, that perhaps I should get a couple huge posters made up that look like this
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as today’s featured item of the day. As if I was going to say no! The funny thing is that I have been contemplating marking all of my Etsy shop items at 50% off as a moving sale next week so I can possibly unload some merchandise before I have to pack it and take it to the new place. I would much rather take it to the post office and send it to a fine, yet different, home.
This morning I was suggesting, over on one of the thousand or so social networking sites I now belong to, that perhaps I should get a couple huge posters made up that look like this
to mark the sale’s occasion. I guess pimping out my glorious feature (and the fact that I am thinking of having the sale at all) right here on my blog is going to have to be enough. Never mind the fact that there is no time to print up these babies, I am pretty sure my current landlord would not be expressing her thanks for my hanging them all over the building.
One of the people I recently started following on twitter, @EnlightenYurDay, posts these little excellent quotes a few times a day. They come from philosophers, musicians, writers, Saints and (who some might call) sinners alike. I don’t know where they find them but they never cease to inspire me and make me smile or chuckle too. My very favorite from today is:
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
- Anatole France
This goes right back to being thankful today. I could ask Jackie how she found me, wonder why suddenly my long ago deserted Etsy shop is suddenly being noticed again or how I have been so lucky to make such magnificent connections but instead I will just say a big rock on to the Universe at large and bask in the accolades being vibed my way right now.
One of the people I recently started following on twitter, @EnlightenYurDay, posts these little excellent quotes a few times a day. They come from philosophers, musicians, writers, Saints and (who some might call) sinners alike. I don’t know where they find them but they never cease to inspire me and make me smile or chuckle too. My very favorite from today is:
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
- Anatole France
This goes right back to being thankful today. I could ask Jackie how she found me, wonder why suddenly my long ago deserted Etsy shop is suddenly being noticed again or how I have been so lucky to make such magnificent connections but instead I will just say a big rock on to the Universe at large and bask in the accolades being vibed my way right now.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Broken Thought Process Thursday a Little Early
By the time I’m done rambling out this crazy stream of consciousness it will be close to Thursday on the East Coast. Though I really dislike the expression, “its Thursday somewhere!” applies. Hey wait, that’s right; it already is Thursday in Japan. Sweet, I’m covered.
I wrapped up my kitchen job today and although I did not find the exact liner I had posted the other day the one I got worked awesome. Tomorrow after getting back from mailing the check for our first month’s rent at the new place (in ten-ish days), I plan to work up a nice HubPage with a photo ‘how to’ tutorial for how I installed it. Could not be easier and really made all the difference on those impractical wire shelves.
So I always seem to look at the clock at two times during the day -- 9:11 and 11:11. I have looked into the 11:11 phenomenon and from what I read it has something to do with moving forward. I could be inferring it all wrong of course but that is what I get out of the things I have read. It makes me happy to think that but I also want to say well duh because aren’t we always moving forward? I mean as long as we are living there is allegedly no turning back so forward is really the only way to go. It isn’t as if digital clocks have been around forever and maybe there is nothing at all to any of it but all I know is since I can remember my favorite number has been 11 so I’m going to relish in the thought that I get a little extra propulsion every day.
Something that has been bugging me lately is that I have this recoculously huge vocabulary but for some reason I have decided it isn’t cool to show off my chops. I hide it behind myself and never pull out the fifty cent words in casual conversation even if it is right there on the tip of my tongue and I know full well the person I am talking to is going to understand either the meaning of the word itself or at least the context surrounding it. I keep questioning why I do this. Is there a such thing as fear of intellect? Do I hold myself down? Or back on purpose? Hmmm, food for thought.
A week or so ago I joined twitter. Yes that’s right, because I was so desperately needing to maintain yet another online tool. Online tool. Yup, I think I’m feeling like one right about now. There is an entire world of new language and terms I have to learn. I said to a fellow tweeter that I feel like I’m speaking Smurf now:
“Can you Smurf to the other side of the mall and Smurf me up?”
I looked to my all time favorite Google for help deciphering all of these things I couldn’t figure out on my own and man is there ever a shitload of websites dedicated to this one! I have a lot of reading to do just to get through the basics. So far it is fun and even though it might sound strange coming from a wordy mo-fo like me, I kind of enjoy the challenge of limiting myself to a shortened number of characters to express the same sentiment. It is as if I always write prose with 600 words and suddenly decide to toss out a haiku. In fact that sounds like a great idea.
An Ode to Vegetables Haiku:
Cauliflower or
Green squash and orange carrots.
Veggie medley. Yum!
OK seriously when I’m pulling out the haiku about carrots it is definitely time to consider a sleep aid on the insomnia weeks.
Actually this time around the insomnia isn’t entirely just me. The past couple nights I think there have either been some really hyper feral cats, or a couple raccoons I would not want to meet in a dark alley, scrapping at about midnight. And by scrapping I mean clawing the crap out of each other while screeching at the top of their lungs just outside the bedroom window. Needless to say there are reasons to not throw trash in the dumpster here after the sun goes down. There are also reasons to have an oscillating fan in the bedroom to help curtail the noise.
A short BTPT post this week, I kind of previewed this week’s rambling the other day when I posted the visual equivalent of five thousand words so I am kind of at a loss of randomness. OK not really but it is getting late and this has been a fairly long day so I am ready to pack it in. I will leave you on the happy note of a much better haiku.
Scratch
Wild woodland creatures
Raise their voices, keep me up
What do they fight over?
Rockin Broken Thought Process Thursday Bloggers:
Ginger
Bridgete
KC
You...??
I wrapped up my kitchen job today and although I did not find the exact liner I had posted the other day the one I got worked awesome. Tomorrow after getting back from mailing the check for our first month’s rent at the new place (in ten-ish days), I plan to work up a nice HubPage with a photo ‘how to’ tutorial for how I installed it. Could not be easier and really made all the difference on those impractical wire shelves.
So I always seem to look at the clock at two times during the day -- 9:11 and 11:11. I have looked into the 11:11 phenomenon and from what I read it has something to do with moving forward. I could be inferring it all wrong of course but that is what I get out of the things I have read. It makes me happy to think that but I also want to say well duh because aren’t we always moving forward? I mean as long as we are living there is allegedly no turning back so forward is really the only way to go. It isn’t as if digital clocks have been around forever and maybe there is nothing at all to any of it but all I know is since I can remember my favorite number has been 11 so I’m going to relish in the thought that I get a little extra propulsion every day.
Something that has been bugging me lately is that I have this recoculously huge vocabulary but for some reason I have decided it isn’t cool to show off my chops. I hide it behind myself and never pull out the fifty cent words in casual conversation even if it is right there on the tip of my tongue and I know full well the person I am talking to is going to understand either the meaning of the word itself or at least the context surrounding it. I keep questioning why I do this. Is there a such thing as fear of intellect? Do I hold myself down? Or back on purpose? Hmmm, food for thought.
A week or so ago I joined twitter. Yes that’s right, because I was so desperately needing to maintain yet another online tool. Online tool. Yup, I think I’m feeling like one right about now. There is an entire world of new language and terms I have to learn. I said to a fellow tweeter that I feel like I’m speaking Smurf now:
“Can you Smurf to the other side of the mall and Smurf me up?”
I looked to my all time favorite Google for help deciphering all of these things I couldn’t figure out on my own and man is there ever a shitload of websites dedicated to this one! I have a lot of reading to do just to get through the basics. So far it is fun and even though it might sound strange coming from a wordy mo-fo like me, I kind of enjoy the challenge of limiting myself to a shortened number of characters to express the same sentiment. It is as if I always write prose with 600 words and suddenly decide to toss out a haiku. In fact that sounds like a great idea.
An Ode to Vegetables Haiku:
Cauliflower or
Green squash and orange carrots.
Veggie medley. Yum!
OK seriously when I’m pulling out the haiku about carrots it is definitely time to consider a sleep aid on the insomnia weeks.
Actually this time around the insomnia isn’t entirely just me. The past couple nights I think there have either been some really hyper feral cats, or a couple raccoons I would not want to meet in a dark alley, scrapping at about midnight. And by scrapping I mean clawing the crap out of each other while screeching at the top of their lungs just outside the bedroom window. Needless to say there are reasons to not throw trash in the dumpster here after the sun goes down. There are also reasons to have an oscillating fan in the bedroom to help curtail the noise.
A short BTPT post this week, I kind of previewed this week’s rambling the other day when I posted the visual equivalent of five thousand words so I am kind of at a loss of randomness. OK not really but it is getting late and this has been a fairly long day so I am ready to pack it in. I will leave you on the happy note of a much better haiku.
Scratch
Wild woodland creatures
Raise their voices, keep me up
What do they fight over?
Rockin Broken Thought Process Thursday Bloggers:
Ginger
Bridgete
KC
You...??
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