Update: This thought occurred to me when I was writing an e:mail to a friend tonight…
Thought for the Day: How much of the fascination with Facebook is because FaceBook plays on people’s desire to reinvent the past?
Just a thought. Yes, I know it is a social network. But beyond the people you are talking to daily, those people who contact you after 20 years… why haven’t you had contact before now?
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You know how it is – over time your little ones develop immunities to your charming attempts to entice them into going to bed.
You develop counter-strategies. They develop counter-counter-strategies. Then you find a MOABB (Mother of All Bedtime Bombs) and think “Hey, I’m f**king on top of it!” And then the cute little vermin find a way past your fortified defenses and nuke you in retaliation.
And before you know it their boundless energy surpasses yours and you go stark raving bonkers and start thinking Jack Torrance (The Shining) was on to something.
A book is here that won’t fix a damn thing but might make you laugh. “Go the F**k to Sleep“.
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I saw this on FARK and couldn’t resist mentioning it.
Ready?
4 arrested, accused of selling drugs, raccoon meat at Houston car wash
Is selling raccoon meat really so much of a problem that it gets linked in with drugs?
Do they have legitimate raccoon meat farms. (Shhhhhh – don’t breath a word of it around Bunk Strutts at Tacky Raccoons – I think there’s some sensitivity there but I am totally guessing and base that on nothing at all, really)
Yes, that was a shameless plug for the Obama gets locked out animation I saw at Tacky Raccoons.
The next interesting FARK one is this:
The court ruled in her favor and now she can masturbate at work.
With porn on company computers, no less. It’s the wave of the future folks.
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People don’t usually deserve to get shot. This guy sure earned it though. Bitching at someone because they didn’t thank you? What are you, twelve?
I opened up the door for a gentleman. He walked in, and I quietly said, ‘Why don’t you say thank you for holding the door open?’ – Bitchy Gentleman Jay Rodgers
Speaking of porn in the workplace, guess who was caught with porn on his computer: The one, the only, the world-famous Dead Terrorist: Bin Laden! Yes, the man who railed against the vices of the West, enjoying a little hanky-panky on-screen.
I’m sure all those pics of naked ankles under the burkhas was a real turn-on.
If you stop and think about it – 72 virgins in the afterlife would only appeal to a culture that was seriously sexually suppressed and had a serious craving for more. So is it such a surprise that ObL was (to mangle the euphemism) scoping some strange?
72 virgins? I thought it was 72 raisins.
Maybe he was looking to see what his options would look like in the afterlife.
I mean, a man with that reputation, and he didn’t exactly have a lot of groupies chasing after him.
“There was a day I had to masturbate 47 times”, adding: “I began to suppose that this could not be normal, and decided to seek help.”
47 times.
That’s a shitload of monkey-spanking.
That’s twice an hour. Every hour.
…and only then did she “..began to suppose that this could not be normal…”
The world continues to be pleasantly strange…
A monkey spanked that much must need some lotion for raw skin, wouldn’t one think?
Damn. Forty-seven times. If she’d just restrained herself twice that day can you imagine the advertising dollars from the makers of Colt .45?
Speechless?
Cat’s got his tongue…
Must have posted a linky the you’re bloggy didn’t likey.
Try this:
http://www.tackyraccoons.com/2009/04/07/urban-hunting/
Typos are flying around my kitchen at the moment. I blame FireFox 4.0.
Leaving the paw on is very clever!
If it is meat, good God, lets eat!
I gotta admit, I know how the door-holder feels.
I hold doors and elevators for people and I get insulted if they don’t thank me.
They just walk by as if I’m just giving them their due.
I’ll often say, “You’re welcome” loudly if people are extra-rude.
But then, I lament the lost of manners as much as the loss of freedom and I live in the greater DC metropolitan region, I call it “Narcissus Central” where the rule is rude, self-absorbed, ego-centric, spoiled jackaces.
Manners don’t cost anything and they are the grease that makes civilization work smoothly.
Boycott reinforced.
veeshir, damn your eyes for boycotting me. Oh well, if you never come back you never come back. (sigh)
Anyway, I’m a door-holder from a long time back. That’s how I was raised. “Ma’am” and “Sir” are how I address my elders and sometimes those younger than me out of respect.
But to demand thanks for doing what is right is in itself a different form of rudeness.
It should be OTHER people’s place to beat the ingrate for you. Then you have satisfied the needs for polite manners.
I’ve said “You’re welcome”, too. Fat lot of good it does.
One lady got pissed and called me sexist for holding a door for her. That was a sad day for me. She had a nice ass.
(That last was Aggie-bait)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Manners was beaten into me by my family and the military. Not showing manners, to me, is to show a lack of civility to other people.
Veeshir, you’re absolutely right about DC. I hate driving there, parking there, nearly everything. But the pay for DC…. Can’t beat it. I like my little neck of the woods and only go to DC when work sends me.
I don’t try to correct people with an attitude about manners. It only pisses them off, and they’re too stupid or self-absorbed to understand what they are missing.
I wonder if “Narcissus Central” was learned behavior, patterned after a certain Administration?
I think the cultural personality type that harbors Narcissus Central behavior is by definition a mindset that isn’t complete enough (generally) to succeed.
Lawyers and politicians excepted, of course.
In other words I’m not sure causation exists as much as co-existence because they are reciprocally reinforcing.
I bought that book already, LK. You may ask why, since my kids are in their tweens and teens.
BECAUSE THEY STILL WON’T GO THE F*CK TO SLEEP!!!
And I agree with Veeshir on the manners thing. I don’t think the guy deserved getting shot, but he shouldn’t have gone after him about it. One subtle reminder would suffice, and that guy wasn’t going to learn after the second reminder, so he should have just let it go.
I agree about Facebook. Beyond the folks who get on there to see pictures of their grandkids or far off family or to communicate with more than one friend/family member easily, I think it appeals to a desire for a time with less responsibility – high school and/or college. It’s a tool to measure popularity and that’s all HS was about for sure, possibly college for some folks. So what if you weren’t on the cheerleading squad in HS or didn’t play basketball? You too can relive those glory days you never had by getting 12,435 people to “like” you and “friend” you.
It should be a measure of my distance from it that “like” and “friend” on FB are kind of hazy concepts.
*weeps silently…*
Weeps silently?
Last time I heard of “silently weeping” it was Harry Chapin singing about the mother and child’s reaction to the loss of 30,000 pounds of bananas outside of Scranton, PA.
“like” and “friend” are hazy could use some explanation, I see. I don’t know how to do either of those things – are there buttons where one does this? Or when you say you are friends with someone is that the “friend” thing and nothing more is required?
I’ve used FB but I haven’t really a clue how to work it.
I’m a little hazy on FB as well, but I believe it’s like this:
“Like” means that you follow that person/business’ FB page without needing to be “friended”.
“Friend” means that there’s been a handshake between the two members via email or other, which gives permission for the two to share information.
Like is read-only, Friend is read-write.
You have just increased the body of my knowledge of FaceBook by 3000%.
Don’t get me wrong, Cruel Wife keeps in touch with friends daily. I have also talked with friends that I’ve not talked to in 24 years. But I think there are a lot of people that do use it for rewriting history.
I was contacted by an old girlfriend and it was… very odd feeling. There was this sense of the past being treated as if it had not existed the way I remembered it.
I totally agree. Lots of rewrites are going on in FB. One guy wanted to friend me. He was in my graduating class, and had maybe spoken two words to me in the 5 years I knew of him.
I declined his friendship twice, and the wiener had the nerve to complain to my sister that I wasn’t accepting his requests. I sent him a message, telling him that he had never spoken or been friends with me in HS, and why would I friend someone who never gave me the common courtesy of saying “hello”? He replied that he always talked to everyone, and that it wasn’t his fault I didn’t remember. Total rewrite. Even my sister agreed.
And if my ex-boyfriend decides to contact me, he might find a horse’s head in his bed.
You like people rewriting info in FaceBook, try this on for size:
http://tech.slashdot.org/story/11/05/16/182220/Bill-Clinton-Suggests-Internet-Fact-Agency
Shades of 1984 again.