Blog posts SHOULD have a title.
Emails SHOULD have a subject line.
Neither of them HAVE to, but I'd feel like I didn't brush my teeth after eating tuna fish if I didn't do it.
I think Twitter has spoiled me.
I think Twitter has conditioned me.
I think Twitter and Facebook have programmed me to post in shorter bursts and I like it.
It's like burning your bra.
Sometimes, I cheat on Twitter with Facebook. They say size doesn't matter, but sometimes I just need a few more characters.
What the hell is Twitter? It's still a best-kept secret to many. When people ask, I change the subject and wish my answer could be, "If you have to ask, you wouldn't understand." Reason being, I still believe in "ask three before asking me" in that; if you really want to know about something — go check it out for crying out loud! If you sincerely tried it, you might better understand it.
A lot of things in life are like this when you think about it. We always condemn what we don't understand. I try NOT to do that. I'm not always successful, but I do try. I wish more people would.
I think this might be why Facebook is easier to use than a "traditional" (if there is such a thing by now) blog. I just wish there were less pillow fights, farms, and fishbowls. I suppose it's all relative. People complain that there is no substitution for talking with people face to face, in the flesh. I maintain that time wasted on Farmville would be better spent planing a REAL garden. I don't see how "time wasted" socializing with people all over the world using social networking tools like Skype is wasted at all. I only see what there is to gain. I suppose if you're shooting up heroin, smoking and drinking yourself to death while doing it, then it's a waste. Perhaps you can sell your farm before you OD? I don't know.
I miss "traditional blogging," but many times it feels like no one cares, has time, been there, done that.
I don't like feeling like I've reinvented the wheels I'm spinning.
I do like original thought, but so many of my thoughts right now are fleeting.
My best blog posts, the ones that would get the most traffic, happen while I'm in the shower, on the toilette, driving, nursing, changing diapers, feeding the baby, waiting for the school bus, during sex, while listening to podcasts, while reading other blogs....
wait...
while listening to podcasts?!!!!
err, I mean....no, not during sex. I was just kidding.
I don't have sex, silly.
Well, ok, if I DO start having more sex, it will mean that my husband has read this.
If my husband reads this and I DON'T have more sex, well, then, I guess I'll have twenty more minutes to myself to blog more often.
I think Twitter has spoiled me.
I think Twitter has conditioned me.
I think Twitter and Facebook have programmed me to post in shorter bursts and I like it.
It's like burning your bra.
Sometimes, I cheat on Twitter with Facebook. They say size doesn't matter, but sometimes I just need a few more characters.
What the hell is Twitter? It's still a best-kept secret to many. When people ask, I change the subject and wish my answer could be, "If you have to ask, you wouldn't understand." Reason being, I still believe in "ask three before asking me" in that; if you really want to know about something — go check it out for crying out loud! If you sincerely tried it, you might better understand it.
A lot of things in life are like this when you think about it. We always condemn what we don't understand. I try NOT to do that. I'm not always successful, but I do try. I wish more people would.
I think this might be why Facebook is easier to use than a "traditional" (if there is such a thing by now) blog. I just wish there were less pillow fights, farms, and fishbowls. I suppose it's all relative. People complain that there is no substitution for talking with people face to face, in the flesh. I maintain that time wasted on Farmville would be better spent planing a REAL garden. I don't see how "time wasted" socializing with people all over the world using social networking tools like Skype is wasted at all. I only see what there is to gain. I suppose if you're shooting up heroin, smoking and drinking yourself to death while doing it, then it's a waste. Perhaps you can sell your farm before you OD? I don't know.
I miss "traditional blogging," but many times it feels like no one cares, has time, been there, done that.
I don't like feeling like I've reinvented the wheels I'm spinning.
I do like original thought, but so many of my thoughts right now are fleeting.
My best blog posts, the ones that would get the most traffic, happen while I'm in the shower, on the toilette, driving, nursing, changing diapers, feeding the baby, waiting for the school bus, during sex, while listening to podcasts, while reading other blogs....
wait...
while listening to podcasts?!!!!
err, I mean....no, not during sex. I was just kidding.
I don't have sex, silly.
Well, ok, if I DO start having more sex, it will mean that my husband has read this.
If my husband reads this and I DON'T have more sex, well, then, I guess I'll have twenty more minutes to myself to blog more often.