For quite a while, I’ve been ignoring it while kicking and screaming (if you can even do that while ignoring something.) For me, it represented another thing to keep track of, another login, another thing to forget about once I got tired of it. (I notoriously despise most social networks, delicious excepted. And LinkedIn excepted only because it’s useful for getting a job.)
And who wants to hear about how brushing your teeth went today? I don’t.
But there you go. I have an opportunity to perhaps do something different with it, and I’m excited about it.
So meanwhile, you might notice that I added a little Twitter widget in the blog sidebar. If you thought my blog updates were trivial, wait until I get my hands allllll over Twitter.
Someone stop me! This is probably why I avoided Twitter. Road rage missives, here I come!
The one thing I won’t be doing is sending tweets or receiving them via my cell phone. Like the cavewoman I am, I refuse to get a text plan because I rarely text. And people rarely text me. It costs me a good old fashioned 20 cents a text. So NO, I never want to stay that connected. And I’m never going to want to hear about the contents of someone’s breakfast through my phone.
I have been secretly wishing that my old automatic litter box would die. It’s four years old, after all. I’d like a new model. I’d like to start fresh.
And poof! When I woke up this morning, my wish was granted. Too bad my wish is a rather expensive wish.
I’m not made of money. Ugh.
Maybe I could wish that a big pile of money would fall in my lap. But judging by the way things have been going for me lately, it’d be a pile of pennies that would fall down from the sky and kill me. At least my throat wouldn’t hurt any more.
I used to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade in the middle of making dinner. The older I got, though, the less I enjoyed it. So I don’t watch it anymore. So it wasn’t until I saw this video somewhere else, that I realized what I had been missing.
All I can say is that it might be possible for an internet meme and a parade to jump the shark at the same time. With puppets.
I really don’t want to sound like the world is raining shit down on me. Things haven’t been going that well lately, but I’m practical. I don’t believe in bad luck or in anything else.
I have some good news, if you want to take it that way. My stereo faceplate, which precicipitated the whole ebay/email hacking, has turned up. I now own two identical stereos. My brother said some day I will laugh about this. I said I already did laugh about it; it is pretty funny. I knew that my faceplate would show up once I bought a new stereo and the faceplate also was where I thought it was, only my friends didn’t look hard enough the first time.
I also started getting sick Wednesday and was full-on sick by Thursday, which threatened to ruin my holiday meal. But you know me. Nothing is going to get in the way of Thanksgiving and my belly. I stayed on my feet and cooked and ate like a champion.
I had two days off in a row, and then I had to call in sick Friday. I felt guilty about doing that, but nobody else feels guilty about calling in sick, and I have a hard time believing that some of my coworkers are sick when they do call in. But who calls in sick on Black Friday? Me, apparently, even though this year, even if I had been well, I’d sworn it off. I don’t have the money to spend on crazy consumerism at 5 a.m. And when I have gone shopping, I always ended up buying stuff for myself, instead of other people. And I’ve already let it be known that the people I love are not getting much in the way of gifts this year. A plane ticket home = one very big Christmas gift.
Anyway, I’m still quite sick today. Maybe a tad better than yesterday in that my eyes aren’t leaking every time I cough. But I figured I’d better go to work anyway. I know I won’t even get sent home because I’m sure I’m needed. A normal person would probably still stay home. At least I have tomorrow off.
And I still have lots of leftovers to eat. Mmm, leftovers. Never to sick to eat them. Especially if I get them very hot to scald the dickens out of my throat.
I do think at this point I’m going to give up on my RSS feeds. Because I was sick and busy over the last couple of days, they have exploded to nearly 500 entries that I have not read. I am going to read entries by my friends and will probably nuke everything else. I think I subscribe to more than 150 blogs. That’s a lot of blogs.
All right, enough writing. I think I might go back to bed until it’s time to take a shower for work. I wonder how long it’s going to take me to force myself to go downstairs to eat.
I woke up very gloomy and angry. I didn’t sleep well. Now I’m just going to be paranoid for a while.
But in the middle of all that, I bear a Fres-nasty story, one that makes me think of how much personality Fresnans seem to have, in their misguided ways.
It’s finally pretty chilly here. My house was a balmy 60 degrees today, in the middle of the day, with the sun shining. I was freezing and my mood was further deteriorated by wooden-block hands.
As I was driving today, I saw what is the finest example of Fresno.
A young guy was walking down the street with his girlfriend. Shirtless. His undoubtedly plain white t-shirt, perhaps even a wife beater, was stuck in the back of his pants.
And I squinted to see if maybe he was just proud of his body.
Nope. Had a potbelly. He was strutting down the sidewalk like he owned the world, absolutely shirtless and might I say, extremely pale.
I hope his girlfriend was impressed. I sure wasn’t. Not when it’s cold enough to finally turn the heat on in my house.
