Nope, I didn't join the Peace Corps and move to some remote exotic island to teach poor islanders how to grow edible hemp, but I have joined the ranks of the odious Facebook and Twitless Twitter Movement. Jsut so much time in the evenings after the daily grind, and I have been spending it frivolously, trying to convince myself I like it, I really like it...just give it a more lengthy testing.
I went there, tried it, bought the tee-shirt and now I am tired of all the shinola.
So, here I am again mixing misery and gin, sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself, I look like I'm having a good time, but any fool can tell, that this Honky Tonk Facebook really makes you feel like hell.
(With apologies to Merle.)
I think I'll close up my FB page and stick the one who brung me to the dance - blogging.
Twitter can join FB in the ranks of "who truly gives a crap about knowing every meaningless thought of every person on the planet." It ain't me, babe.
I am at risk of becoming a curmudgeon before my time. Sigh. Just when I thought I was techno-grannie, too. Me obsolete? NEVER.
Give me some real food for thought, blogs that enrich both the mind and the soul: Time Goes By, Citizen K, Coyote Crossing, Elusive Abstractions, Along the Way, Fool in the Forest, 2blowhards, Whiskey Prajer, or any of the Herd listed in the lefthand column over there.
I've grown older and wiser blogging with these intelligent friends.
So to all my lighter weight acquaintances and non-acquaintances, go Tweet yourself.