I have lots of actual family on Facebook--Niecephews galore and cousins all over the world and their kids in college. It's nice to just kinda keep track of them, even if I don't have anything to email them about.
And posting random things sometimes leads to random pleasures. For example, my cousin John (who I have always been very close to)'s eldest is now a freshman in college. I posted that I listening to the new Amos Lee CD and she posted back, since it turns out she's a huge fan. We got to geek out about music! I don't see her enough for us to have this conversation live, and we are not email buddies, so it was cool connection to make with her.
Suzi, you are needed in email.
Been there, done that.
Careful, she's slap happy today.
You say that like it is bad. I haven't had much of "happy" for a while.
NO SNOW!
But it is pretty. And the roads and sidewalks are currently clear.
I like FB because I can keep in touch with a bunch of people with minimal effort and it doesn't make me stab my eyes out like MySpace does.
I deffinately like Facebook to keep up with the rellies. MySpace is more music/improv stuff.
MySpace is more music/improv stuff.
And venues, which is why it's been fairly invaluable for my professional life.
Yay Omnis!
Hi everyone. I went to the doctor this morning. For some ridiculous reason, the office doesn't have the instant result strep tests that they have in urgent care, so I won't have results until Thursday or Friday, which helps me not at all. I'm thinking it isn't strep, though, because getting a solid night of sleep seems to have made a big difference. I still don't feel great, but I definitely feel better than I did yesterday. The doc gave me a script for antibiotics in case it gets worse again, but I'm going to hold off on filling the prescription. I'm hopeful I won't need it. I plan to spend the rest of today wrapped in a blanket, alternating between watching dumb television and grading tests.
Things that do not bode well:
Almost no one at my polling place for an election that could give the Dems a filibuster-proof majority in the Senate
A cab driver buying a mini-bottle of vodka and then getting back in his cab
See, Omnis? They didn't want an empty desk to greet them, they like having signs of life.
It may just be so they can look out the door and use you as a bellwether on zombie attacks or random plagues or something, but it's nice to be welcomed.
I really, really hate myspace but will use it for music stuff when I have to. (Actually, I generally try to make Joey, the junior member of the band, deal with all myspace related matters...of course that led to us having a screamingly red page with a floating banner for a while. yikes. sorry world!)
I...guess it bodes better than a maxi-bottle of vodka?
I call shenanigans.
Oh *I* don't think I'm a failure, certainly not at creating my life. But I'm not the great white hope of Broadway, or even working in a costume shop for one of the Burbank studios. I'm not on IMDb for voiceover work. Thus, to the people I went to school with, who are defined as success=in the business, failure=not in the business, I'm not in the business.
It doesn't bother *me*, but why would I want to hang out with, even on line, people for whom that's a yardstick?
I can readily see the applications and attractions of Facebook and MySpace and other sites of that ilk for people who think and work and network differently than I do. It's just--none of them apply to or attract me, is all. So, though I probably have you all friended there? I will *never* keep up with you through Facebook. And I worry about it sometimes. Like, is it more or less polite to friend people back and then never play in that arena? Or just to make a blanket statement and disappear off to my usual haunts? I opened the account to keep track of people who aren't here or on LJ, but then I don't use it.
I don't know. Conflicted. And hungry.
And napping, Kristin. Never underestimate the healing power of being able to nod off for a restorative nap without guilt. You're sick, you get to nap.
Oh *I* don't think I'm a failure
Oh! Ok! I thought maybe you were being untruthful about my friend and I wanted to make sure she knew I didn't like that.
Carry on....
t is over here now
