When I was on Cape Cod, gosh, when was that? it feels like six months ago, I got a zillion Facebook requests and had very little internet accessibility. (Yes, I am a professional writer and THAT is a sentence.)
Ladies (and Joke and Scott and Neil): I cannot fathom Facebook, and I'm not sure I have the energy to learn it all.
I think I learned how to be "friends" with people and I know I've got some "hatching eggs" but
for those of you who have "written on my wall" or sent me messages or given me a bunch of
"yellow roses" (Jen on the edge) I need to tell you that I don't have the mental capacity to return these favors. And I'm awfully sorry if I didn't "confirm" you and something bad happened as a result.
I twit, I email, I blog and now I am writing (not terribly often) for Blogher - the latter involved learning a new format and treading water through a conference call. (Treading water is a joke because my Editor took part in that call from her poolside.)
So - if I don't return your flowers, write on your wall or become friends with someone you have suggested I become "friends" with, please don't take it personally. Please understand that I
am something of an internet sham, as my episode with flickr (wherein I was unable to "merge" my flickr account with my new Yahoo ID and lost the flickr account) testifies to.
The same holds true for those kind people who invited me to Plurk, join a "Momtourage," and play on Kwippy. I'm not extending my reach any further than I have at this time.
Finally, to the four publicity people who insist on sending me releases on the very latest in games, toys, school supplies and baby care items: my boys are in High School. I don't write about infant seats or lunch boxes. If you four have a fabulous eye cream you are promoting or some kind of terrific treatment for my feet, I'd love to hear about it.
Ladies (and Joke and Scott and Neil): I cannot fathom Facebook, and I'm not sure I have the energy to learn it all.
I think I learned how to be "friends" with people and I know I've got some "hatching eggs" but
for those of you who have "written on my wall" or sent me messages or given me a bunch of
"yellow roses" (Jen on the edge) I need to tell you that I don't have the mental capacity to return these favors. And I'm awfully sorry if I didn't "confirm" you and something bad happened as a result.
I twit, I email, I blog and now I am writing (not terribly often) for Blogher - the latter involved learning a new format and treading water through a conference call. (Treading water is a joke because my Editor took part in that call from her poolside.)
So - if I don't return your flowers, write on your wall or become friends with someone you have suggested I become "friends" with, please don't take it personally. Please understand that I
am something of an internet sham, as my episode with flickr (wherein I was unable to "merge" my flickr account with my new Yahoo ID and lost the flickr account) testifies to.
The same holds true for those kind people who invited me to Plurk, join a "Momtourage," and play on Kwippy. I'm not extending my reach any further than I have at this time.
Finally, to the four publicity people who insist on sending me releases on the very latest in games, toys, school supplies and baby care items: my boys are in High School. I don't write about infant seats or lunch boxes. If you four have a fabulous eye cream you are promoting or some kind of terrific treatment for my feet, I'd love to hear about it.
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For one thing, I can't remember my Facebook password.
Twittering - did it once 3 months ago.
Kwippy, Plurk?????
WTF!
And Goodreads....I call it the Good Lords - as in Good Lord, someone else wants to "connect" with me on Goodreads. If I had the time to input all the books I read, I wouldn't be reading any books.
My Monday morning rant and thank you for facilitating it.
I rarely post at any of them, directly, instead I ping it.
I can get you a code to join, if you'd like.
I only do the karma and gardening stuff on Facebook because other people send stuff to me.
I consider myself lucky that with so little knowledge I nevertheless found YOU. Becasue I have no clue about twit, plurk, kwip, or any other TRAP.
sorry
paola
I have a mySpace page because everyone I work with is under 35 and they said I needed one, so I could see all their party pictures.
Yikes, I'm glad I'm not their Mom!
I need someone to teach me how to send a text message on my phone. It takes me to 5 minutes to do one line with 4 misspelled words(did I misspell that?)
I do Twitter and enjoy it. Love the brevity. Some people are artists with that 140 character limitation.
Plurk and Kwippy are Twitter wannabes. They're cold medicine applications, i.e., take something great, add one ingredient and market it like crazy. "Let's do Twitter--but add elements of chat! Yay! We're geniuses!"
GoodReads is only OK.
The problem is I don't care what my friends are reading; I care what people with similar tastes are reading. So I prefer LibraryThing. It's also much better for cataloging books.
Which is ::cough cough:: not your problem, dear.
I am still trying to get the flickr badge uploaded on my blog. I can't seem to do it and it frustrates me beyond belief.
It made me feel so incompetent!
jbhat
It IS good for finding people you went to school with. Which is interesting for about one minute. But hey, a minute's a minute.
P.S. I don't throw sheep or body slam anyone on my facebook page. You should, however, consider looking at the flair. Some of that is FUNNY!
There are also privacy issues with Facebook which can be a particular problem in a University environment due to the way that Facebook is designed.
Deep respect to you for all the twittering, plurking and zippy kwippy etc etc. I maxed out just living at the moment.
That's so 30 years ago.
ErinH