Interesting eptomology on Pumpernickel bread:

The Philologist Johann Christoph Adelung states about the Germanic origin of the word, in the vernacular, Pumpen was a New High German synonym for being flatulent, a word similar in meaning to the English "fart", and "Nickel" was a form of the name Nicholas, an appellation commonly associated with a goblin or devil (e.g., "Old Nick", a familiar name for Satan), or more generally for a malevolent spirit or demon. Cf. also the metal nickel, probably named for a demon that would "change" or contaminate valuable copper with this strange metal that was much harder to work. Hence, pumpernickel is described as the "devil's fart", a definition accepted by the Stopes International Language Database,[2] the publisher Random House,[3] and by some English language dictionaries, including the Merriam-Webster Dictionary.[4] The American Heritage Dictionary adds "so named from being hard to digest."

So why haven't you phoned your mom?

I am a bad daughter. And she is Irish.

::thanks the gods and little fishes every. single. day. her mother is computer clueless::

I try to remember this every time I do tech support for my family. No matter how many times I beat them with a cluestick, they still have no clue.

My mother keeps talking about joining Facebook. She may not friend me, but if she does, I will lock that shit down like maximum security.

My mom has tried to friend me twice. My dad tried once too. And so did my aunt. I've added some of my cousins and given most of them limited profile status.

I try to remember this every time I do tech support for my family. No matter how many times I beat them with a cluestick, they still have no clue.

Every time I've upgraded to a new computer, my mother has tried to get my old one and I have to come up with some excuse as to why she cannot, under any circumstances, have it.

Because I am not going to be her 24/7 tech support. For God's sake, the woman would call me from Miami, to ask me what channel the FSU football games would be on.

"ESPN, Mom."

"What channel is that?"

"I have no idea Mom. You have cable, I have satellite."

So of course, she gets satellite. And still calls me to find out the channel.

"Mom, just check the program guide."

"But which satellite channel is Channel 10 on?" (One of the Miami network channels)

"I have no idea, Mom. The local stations are on different channels."

"Well, what channel is your ABC?"

"Channel twenty-five."

::silence for a moment::

"But that's not Channel 10."

"I didn't say it would be, did I? You asked for my ABC channel, I told you."

"Well, what good does that do me?"

Nope. No computer for her.

Not on my watch.

Being on twitter has already informed me that S3 of The Guild has started. I would have never known otherwise. Technology is useful.

Dude...Barb's mom makes me feel like a techie. I didn't know there was anyone alive who knew less about that shit than me. VICTORY! (But, no, still don't wanna do her tech support.)

Anyone who follows me on Twitter sees immediately that it's where my alter ego plays. I don't want a lot of people who I'm connected to on Facebook to follow me on Twitter. As funny as it seems, Twitter is more private for me. Most of the people I engage with on Twitter are political types/ journalists, and African American. It brings out a different side of me. I love it. It's actually where I feel most at home.

On Facebook, I have many, many very loving extended family (and close friends) who are very conservative Christian, so most of my posts and links are neutral. I am rarely neutral on Twitter.

I am rarely neutral on Twitter.

But you are awesome there.