Has the internet changed that much since the Buffistas got started that it's not reproducible? That woman makes us sound antique. I mean, when I was making friends on USENET it wasn't that different. And there were still axe murderers out there.
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Facebook and MySpace.
While I will cop to having a Facebook page (which I had well before it was trendy, thankyouverymuch), I've been asked if I have a MySpace roughly a brazillion times in the last two months. I've now just taken to calling it a corporate sellout that I refuse to get involved in.
(Mostly I just hate the layout. And the auto-load music. And the searing of my retinas with the inappropriate color schemes.)
embraces my darling LJ
She could get to a great-great, couldn't she?
Three words. Five. Generation. Picture.
I have a Facebook account so that I can communicate with my students. they won't check email, but they will refresh facebook every 5 mintues to see if they have messages.
Huh. So I'm back at work. I think I may have narrowly avoided 3 root canals. At least, the numbers don't look like root canals. (If I don't type in in black, it won't come back to get me?) And besides, that was the worse case scenario. And I'd think I'd be told if it were to have come to pass.
Face slowly regaining sensation.
Got the recipe for that 'shine?
My father had a still set up in the basement, inherited from my (and Sox's) Grandfather, and Great-Grandfather (who had it set up in the woods). The still was strategically set up so that we wouldn't hit it when using the firing range.
That woman makes us sound antique.
I've been on the internet since 1996, which really isn't that long at all, but I think I am approaching dinosaur territory.
(Mostly I just hate the layout. And the auto-load music. And the searing of my retinas with the inappropriate color schemes.)
And this is why I do not have a MySpace. And because the only interesting things about me are not things I'm going to put on MySpace connected with my real name.
Hi! I'm an underemployed loser who lives in Chicago and watches too much TV. I read books! I crush on rock stars! I am a nerd! I don't know what I want to be when I grow up!
Actual text messages from this weekend:
My friend T.: Chatting with Kayan at hot dog and he remembers you.
Me: Kayan who? What is hot dog?
My friend T: Kyan was your neighbor from Queer Eye and hot dog is a club.
Me: Oh! I bet he lied.
Perhaps if your friend T had spelled Kyan's name correctly the first time. . you'd have remembered him.
Yeah, I was like, who cares that some guy I went abroad with remembers me? And then I realized, hey, that's Kayvan. WTF is Kayan?!