Archive for December, 2009

No time to tweet huh? Bullshit! I mean…Sure ya do! Just set the way back to FORWARD by using a handy little tool from Socialoomph.com and send wonderfully original and unique tweets on schedule while you nap, shop, or otherwise attend to that REAL life of yours :)

And, in case you haven’t noticed you can also time your blog posts…a damn convenient option I just recently discovered.

Hey! I’m learning here!

Holy CRAP! Twitter makes me. just. a. touch. CRAZY! I don’t get it really. I mean, I’ll tweet and all…when I remember…that’s fine – I just can’t keep up with most of the twittersphere’s constant stream of bullshit! Half of the twits out there are internet marketing fiends the other, about 30% are pornbots, and the other 20% are saccharine sounding life coaches…

Finding the real people sometimes feels like looking for a needle in a haystack…a haystack that a dying elephant just managed to take the last shit of it’s life on.

Thanks to social media I have received more birthday wishes today than I EVER have in my ENTIRE life! It’s kind of rad. Yay Facebook!

I happen to work for a dragon. As one who truly understands myths and fairy tales knows, dragons are not all bad. This one happens to be very good actually. He is just…so large and sometimes I feel so very small. Small only because I feel so diminished by wrestling some very large inner demons.

Something I have taken to heart though was this: the dragon told me today that he thinks this is my last year for feeling this helpless, this over burdened with funk. He could see my trajectory leading me away from helpless and towards power.

He said he was not disappointed in me at all…and that’s a lot coming from a dragon that just happens to be sitting next to a weeping maiden.

It’s really good to not get swallowed up by such an impressive creature.

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Blogging about something actually interesting in the first challenge, day to day. I mean, if I treat this thing like twitter I could ramble on about just anything I do in way more than 140 characters.

However, I’d rather not bore every friend I have on the planet, real or virtual, with what I had for breakfast each day.

So, then it is a matter of choosing a topic of interest, and that, takes time to think about. Which then brings us to the second challenge: Time to produce.

Strangely in this Information Age of faster than light communication, the time it takes to produce something may still be about the same. Then there is the time to market the piece or the time it takes a person to find it, read, and THEN decide if they want to comment which also means some of us must take a moment to think up just want we want to say right?

*Phew* sometimes I am actually tempted to type about my cheerios…

Meanwhile, I am reading about Tigergate and how mr. Woods let his own personal brand go to utter crap. I feel almost superior to that guy in my newbie personal branding skills, even though I totally blow at golf.

I’ve been occasionally plagued by nightmares since I was a child. In fact, I can recall quite a few of them even today in my middle age. One in particular involved a giant, brightly lit pastry shop full of all manner of goodies that I was forced to choose from while suffering from not-so-surreal-stomach-pains. Upon waking I promptly puked all over the side of the bed.

This night however was strange in that I don’t actually remember the visual images that spawned the horde of nightmare spooked anxiety. It seemed more about how I felt in the world rather than watching some horrid dream about disease or violence blossom before my inner eyes. Specifically I how I feel in the winter wonderland that has just graced our doorways yards, and streets.

I feel simultaneously clutched by claustrophobia and lost and alone in the cold white vastness of the season.

This is not unlike how I sometimes feel about the web actually. The big, world wide, usually friendly, web. As I sit down and type out a piece of my story on a white background, I wonder how much of it will actually get heard, how much will just get swallowed up by the vastness, or how much will just get piled on top of all the rest of the content out there as millions of readers slide right over it unknowingly.

I really hate to add to that pile, what one of my internet guru friends calls the “echo chamber”. Millions of digitized voices all saying the same thing over and over, in blogs, videos, comments, etc. It’s this popularity contest that we as social media “personalities” both strive for and I think in our hearts probably abhore, if we are REAL anyway.

This preoccupation with getting large numbers on the web reminds me of one of the musings within the book The Little Prince :

Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: “What does his voice sound like?” “What games does he like best?” “Does he collect butterflies?”. They ask: “How old is he?” “How many brothers does he have?” “How much does he weigh?” “How much money does his father make?” Only then do they think they know him.

But on days like this I almost fear that I am too small a blip on the screen…a very childish fear I am sure, but one I cannot help have while being so sensitive to the world, web and real.

So I’ve been going over my first videos…oh it’s painful. I’ll post some of my total newbie vids sometime later this week so you can see.

I am formulating a plan to get my ass out of the financial poo pile…and it won’t involve selling my body :) or drugs! But it will involve the wonder world wide web! Yay! Enhancing my life all the way through! :) I’ll tell you the details soon.

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Spacey Girl + Car + Ice = Auto Accident. At least it did yesterday. Thankfully all survived, including myself, which meant I got to actually cry about it all ON SCENE…Live…and a boohooing big color. This was the result of my 1 suck choice in a full day of great choices already made and enjoyed.

The day in question was yesterday, which held so much promise when I woke up. Yesterday which continued going strong with the “goodness” up until the happen-ness of the accident. (more…)