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The things in my head go 'round and 'round

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The Dreaded Writers Block

Though I am not so sure whether it is writers block, or just not having the same levels of angst/anger/depression that I had prior to the introduction of zoloft to my system.  Rather Sertralin, not zoloft.  You get the idea.

And then there is the aspect of having our laptop baptized.

Either way, it has been a struggle for me to sit here and not just play FarmVille on FaceCrack.  I want to tell you stuff.  I want to tell you what it was like to watch my youngest daughter get ready for her first Homecoming dance.  The twinge I felt knowing that I never got to see my eldest getting ready for hers.  Or that I never got to see my sons leaving for theirs.

I want to tell you about the beer that I am making, and the new process that I am using.  I want to tell you about the batch that I muffed and bottled too early, and now I don’t know what it is going to taste like.

I want to tell you about the holiday beers that I have planned, and am really excited about brewing for Christmas, and New Years.

But I think that I have some corn that needs harvesting right now.

Namaste.

Reconnecting with old friends

How do you reconnect with old friends?  I set up a MySpace account and quickly got tired of it.  All the tweaking, and messing around with it drove me nuts.  So then I went to FaceBook and discovered the crack that it is.  I have had decent success with facebook, but that isn’t the real reason for my writing here, right now.

 

What do you say to the people that you are looking for when you do find them?  That is the question.  Because not everyone has had the cake walk of life.  Some of us have struggled more than others.   So…….how much do you unload on people when you do find them? 

 

Me, I have gotten my bio down to a few words.  Just a little bigger than a tweet.  Not enough info to freak them out and make them disappear, but just enough to make them know what has been going on.  That I have been living life, not wallowing in it.  How do you do it?

 

I really want to know.

 

L8R.

Random things in my head

Ok, I admit it.  I watch “Dog the Bounty Hunter”.  MLW got me hooked on it, and I have noticed one very important thing about this show.    When Dog goes somewhere to help a friend he always does it in a way that makes him look better than the person he helps.  He needs to make himself look better than.

 

That concerns me.

 

lalalalalalalalalalalalalala

 

Watching afternoon television, you end up watching a bazillion ads for drugs.  And each one of them has this long recitation of possible side-effects.  Listening to the litany of possible maladies brought on by ingesting a particular drug does not make me want to rush out ot my Dr. and beg him to prescribe said drug to me.  I just can’t see myself saying that I am willing to take the chance that I will end up with expolsive poop.  Not me.  Sorry.

 

via the powerful force that Facebook is, I have befriended Grant Rampy.  Yes, THAT Grant Rampy.  Grant is a syndicated news announcer.  Here in Pennsylvania, we find him most reporting on what is going on in Washington, DC.  And today he made me his friend on Facebook.  That is so cool.

 

I am currently trying to get a local anchor, Al Gnoza, to make me his friend.  More on that later.

 

lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala

 

L8R

Being a fan of being a fan

I Facebook way too much. I admit it. Facebook is crack. This has been discussed in the past, so I see no need to go back through it now.

Don’t judge me, I will try not to judge you.

That all being said, since we have gone through the “25 random things” phase, and the quiz phase, and the “how well do you know me” phase, we are now hot and heavy into the fan phase. Being a fan of something. A city, a state, a food, a televisions show, music, musical intruments, cars, whatever you want to be a fan of.

And yes, you can be a fan of being a fan. Love the irony in that one.

And it all leaves me cold. I understand that it is another way to waste your life away on the Facebook platform. And I understand that it is just another way for Facebook to get into your profile, and into your friends list so that its marketing tentacles can burrow their way into your life that much further. But please. Really?

Memorial Day weekend is here. The beginning of summer and the summer activities. Please make sure that those activities don’t include drinking and driving. A lot of people would miss you if you were gone.

Including all of your friends on Facebook.

Namaste.

More than 25 things about me.

A whole bunch of folks have been stopping by to read 25 things about me. And that is flattering, but don’t just stop there. Read 25 more things about me just to make it complete.

And in knowing that I wouldn’t be able to stop there how about at least 25 more random things about me?

Now aren’t you happy you stopped by?

Namaste.

Facebook is crack

Since the holidays I have been chasing down the rabbit hole that is facebook.

Chasing what, I don’t know. Nor do I care. The fact that I was involved in a chase as all that really mattered.

Facebook is crack.

Vampire Wars. Mafia Wars. Pathwords. I play them all constantly throughout the day. Trying to grow the number of other addicts that I bring in. Trying to win battles, string together enough letters to make larger words. Trying to score.

Facebook is crack.

I need an intervention.

Somemore Facebook

I have this addictive personality. And an impulse control problem.

Not that anyone who I know who also has a Facebook account could tell.

Just because I have become a Facebook stalker.

Sorry.

I promise to try to be just a bit better. But, who wouldn’t want instant access to their kids? They have all blocked me on their cell phones. No one answers when I call. Mostly.

Gotta go. Gotta see what the kids are up to.

namaste.

Facebook

Do you facebook?

Do your kids shake their heads when you tell them that you do? Are they embarrassed?

Good for you.

I started facebook awhile back. A long while back. I now have 10 friends. After diligent, and arduous ignoring of said Facebook. I am not that good with Facebook.

The youngest son is BIG TIME into his Facebook. I think that he invited everyone he runs into to be a friend. He has over 150 friends. I can’t remember the names of most of my employees, much less 150+ people that I just met.

How the heck do kids do this stuff?

Facebook. Hmpf.

namaste.