Friday, October 30, 2009

...Twits Shouldn't Tweet...

I admit it. I once tried Twitter.

I don't tweet anymore and I haven't even been reading the tweets from the people I've been following but there was a time when I did check it out just to see what all the fuss was about.

I signed up to follow a couple celebs that I like to keep up with, but I  thought my page looked odd being completely blank, so I "tweeted" something . Then something else.

And after the third one I thought, "Who the heck am I talking to?"

I should have known better than to sign up for something that couldn't be completely deleted but at least there's the private function. I hope it actually works.

If there is anything positive about Twitter, it's the ability for fans to follow celebs and organizations and keep informed and (somewhat) communicate.  I once sent a tweet to  a company after a bad run in at their website followed by a worse run in with customer service. My problem was resolved later that same day. Nice.

And the negatives? Aside from the obvious...
  • I object to the term, and refused to be called a "follower"
  • Reading tweets is sometimes like listening in on one half of a conversation that's not any of your business anyway.
  • Fake celeb pages. Yes, I accidentally followed one of those.
  • Real celeb pages. But only when they reveal that celeb might be boring, obnoxious, or an idiot.
That last one can be heartbreaking.

On that note, a word from one of my favorite vloggers...

Man, I love this guy. If I still used it, I would totally follow him on Twitter.

Song stuck in my head right now (as shameful as it is to admit): Lil Jon f/ Pharrell and the Ying Yang Twins, "Stick That Thang Out"

Sunday, October 18, 2009

...You Embarrass Me (Females), part deux...

Mea Culpa
You aren’t mistaken: I change the title of the last post to better reflect the content. Plus, someone that read it felt offended and thought it was directed at them in particular, based on a recent conversation.

Maybe she was in my mind a little, but the piece was not specifically about her, so I apologize for any bad feelings or misrepresentation. It was not my intent. I was only speaking my mind about some relationship issues that come up over and over again with women that completely unnerve and yes, embarrass me, as a female.

In the past, my relationships have always been friendships that blossomed into something else. The “meet-date-screw-relationship” concept is foreign to me. I know people do it, but I don’t understand it, and I find myself surprised at how widespread it is.

It seems to me that the mechanics of intimacy would make it difficult to meet a guy and then “do” him three dates later. How do you allow yourself to let someone make that level of contact with you so quickly? And I said “three dates” because my experience has been this is the time most guys get antsy about the subject. Some have even been fairly aggressive about it to the point of me finding myself mentally planning my exit and grateful that I had taken Muay Thai boxing lessons.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

...You Embarrass Me (Females)...

Update: This is the post previously titled "I Am Alone and You are Lonely" - please see Mea Culpa to find out why I changed the title

(and this might not apply to you if you're smarter than average)

I stumbled upon a short article the other day about a woman that was 106 years old, never drank, smoked, wore make-up or got married. She said she never found “Mr. Right” but was starting to think about settling down. And also thinking of maybe trying some make up. This lady might be my hero.
Sadly most of the comments that followed the article were from irate women barking about how the woman was an idiot for not recognizing that there was no perfect man and maybe if she had worn some make up she wouldn’t be on the verge of dying alone.
Jeez, ladies, what’s all the anger about?

Sunday, October 4, 2009

...Mike Wasilco is Awesome...

A recent encounter with a co-worker made me think of a one of the many great teachers I have had the great pleasure of learning from. His name was Mike Wasilco and I had him in the eleventh grade Physiology and Anatomy, and Qualitative Analysis, then again in the twelfth grade for Physics.

These should have been hard classes, but he had such a great teaching style there was never a semester that I didn’t score an “A” in those classes and I actually still retain some of the knowledge. (Yep, I’m the only person I know who can name all the bones in the body.)