Dear everyone in the universe who’s not already on my Facebook friends list: I am an “open networker” – i.e., I’m happy to accept your friend request as long I can determine that you and I have a little something in common (an interest, an experience, a point of view, 1 or 2 degrees of…
My friend Annie Fraley asked her Facebook friends to post about things that made them happy in 2013. I appreciate this question because I always used to approach the end of each year with a “glad that’s over with” attitude, and now I’m just trying to be grateful for the good stuff. So even though…
This relates to my previous post about impulse control. It has become tiresome to have to repeat it. It’s also become tedious to be the brunt of name calling simply because I insist on respect for my personal boundaries. But I do what I have to so, so here it is (again):
I do not enjoy being “poked” on Facebook. I consider poking to be exceptionally rude. It annoys me. It pisses me off.
So just don’t do it, okay?
Don’t poke me. Don’t allude to poking me. Don’t make jokes about pokes or poking me on my wall or in tags that bear my name. Most of all, don’t make excuses or try to justify any of the above. Just don’t do it.
If you can’t control your childish impulses and follow this one simple rule when visiting my Facebook profile, prepare to be dropped and blocked.
- I couldn’t be less interested in adolescent girls’ fantasies of their dream weddings.
- What many consider cute, I find vomitocious.
- To wit: There’s nothing worse than the appearance of a curtain rather than a cabinet under a kitchen sink. And no amount of enthusiastic appreciative comments can make it acceptable. Ever.
- The style referred to most commonly as “boho chic” is certainly colorful — yet messy, disorganized, dirty, dingy, and very possibly odorous.
- Most people cannot distinguish design from décor.
- A generic photograph over which a colored filter has been applied via graphics software is not an honest (or even attractive) celebration of said color.
- The average person has no sense of history. Or organization. Or taste.
- I am far more anal than the average person.
Now that I’ve got your attention, please visit my Pinterest boards. I promise you won’t be bored.
I would totally “like” this Facebook page if it had been updated at all since February 2011.
Back in the early to mid 1990s — before the world wide web really took off — NNTP (usenet) was my favorite internet protocol. I enjoyed others, like SMTP (email) of course and IRC (internet relay chat)… but usenet was my go-to communication hub. Although strictly text-based, usenet was a really great way to virtually interact, and you could even learn a thing or two depending on which newsgroups you frequented. There are over 100,000 usenet groups in existence; here are some that I enjoyed back in the day:
- alt.music [several groups under this hierarchy]
I continued to frequent usenet well into the mid 2000s, and then gradually tapered off as HTTP (hypertext transfer protocol — i.e., the web) grew in popularity and ultimately came to be synonymous with “the internet.” In fact, a whole lot of people out there don’t realize that the internet was actually in existence for a couple decades before HTTP was created. Funny how that happens. Anyway, I’m glad I had the opportunity to partake, at least for a few years, of some of the earlier internet protocols. It’s kind of fun and “cool” and almost esoteric… kinda like knowing how to drive a stick-shift.
Do you find beauty in abandoned buildings? Are you fascinated by all things deserted, vacated, forgotten, decayed, and nature reclaimed? If so, take a gander at these boards on my Pinterest profile:
More than 600 photos (and counting) of abandoned items and places.
Here’s a sampling…[gallery columns="4" ids="3166,3167,3168,3169,3170,3171,3172,3173,3174,3175,3176,3177,3178,3179,3180,3181"]
I wish Facebook still allowed us to list on our profiles the languages we speak. These were mine:
- Cat meow meow talk
- Ancient Peruvian goat herder tongue
- Swearing. Lots of it.
- The language of the tacos
- Foul, when provoked
- A little English