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Showing posts with label not really. Show all posts

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Hey! Hey! Over here!

Hello! I've been distracted, lazy, busy, confused and generally unable or unwilling to write anything here for a while. Has everyone been well? I haven't been doing much blog reading either.

I deleted my Facebook account! Couldn't be happier, really. I mean I have this blog thing and Twitter if people want to check in on how I'm doing. There's something about facebook that is just tiresome (at least for me) compared to these other platforms. Perhaps it is the constant reminders of the ways in which I'm letting others down by forgetting birthdays, etc, because I don't go on it enough. Anyway, I'm gone from facebook and it feels good.

I hadn't been using Twitter much at all and thought I would give it a try. I'm kind of digging it. There is such a crazy stream of stuff (if you follow many people) that trying to keep up with everything isn't even an option. Going on twitter feels more like popping into a bar and chatting with or eavesdropping on some people you sort of know.

I've done a couple of things on Twitter that simply must be stored forever here on the blog. They are way too awesome to just get lost in the fast-flowing river of tweetiness.

First, there was a hashtag thing called #ReplaceALetterRuinATvShow that triggered my WTF Syndrome (see sidebar) pretty bad:

And today after work I did an animated gif thing that was kind of cool, I thought. It has since morphed into a video:

That pretty well sums up where I've been lately!
Yer Pal,

Friday, May 10, 2013

Mental Junk Drawer

Fire drills at work still make me want a smoke. That's what a person does when forced outside for a fire drill. (I was a pack a day smoker, quit 13 years ago and have had minor struggles in recent years. I'm good now though).
When you go to the Library and don't really know what you feel like reading, you kind of have to read a book by its cover. (Quote by Rantwick girl the younger)

Why the hell does my phone send me a text message to tell me I have a voicemail? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. The phone already has voicemail notification thing. The text is redundant and annoying.
"... a Can not a Can't"? Really? So lame. Also, I hate it when companies try to brand their activities as some sort of thread in our National fabric. You're an Canadian oil company using "Canadian" tech to get the oil that's hard to get. Good for you. Combines? Snowblowers? The Last Spike? Good grief.

That's it. Have outstanding weekends, everybody!
Yer Pal,