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Facebook Games I Play

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So, I was in a good mood last night.  I wanted to keep the good juice flowing and decided to play a little Facebook game.  My Facebook posts are kind of hit and miss since I only have 100 followers friends.  Sometimes I post games that look more like Solitaire.  But, last night I decided to try and play anyway.

I posted: I will buy a shake to the first person who can make me laugh out loud. Starting… NOW!

 Then I started placing wagers with myself which one of my bestest fb buddies, if any, would respond.  To my surprise, my bait worked and I had one rise to the challenge.

 J-Girl posted this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IuRzJRrRpQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player

True, it’s more cute than funny.  However, Buttermilk bears a certain hyperactive resemblance to my nephew.  Still, I wasn’t going to be so easily swayed.  But after the second knock over I let out a snort.  Dangme.  That snuck up on me.  I blame it on the fact I was already in a good mood. 

 I considered not fessing up.  After all, how would anyone know?

 J-Girl wasn’t finished.  She sent me this next: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VF9-sEbqDvU  Okay, this is just funny but I was determined not to laugh.  Then Marcel the Shell walked her dog. 

 I finally decided to do the honorable thing and confess I already laughed.  J-Girl said she had more lined up so I think I should have held out a little longer. 

 I also had another person post: Do you like blue?

 Was this another joke coming my way?  Such a simple question but I didn’t know how to respond.  So I asked, blue? The color blue? Yeah.  And I waited for the punch line.  I’m still waiting.  Perhaps she meant to ask, do you feel blue?  To which, I would have said, Nope.  Just feeling like laughing.  See, I like to laugh.

 Today I kept thinking of Marcel the Shell.  Before there was such an easy mass outlet known as Youtube, how did people express their creativity?  Unseen projects in the basement?  That gives it a different vibe, doesn’t it?  Youtube postings reach cult followings.  Secretive basement projects sometimes only reach unwilling, captive audiences.  Funny how much of a difference one little video-sharing website can make.

 I wonder what else J-Girl had to share?  Maybe I’ll have to play again tonight.

 

Windows XP

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So,

I have two pressing matters.

One,

Felix the Ford is eating me alive.  Figures I would buy an SUV a right before the economy tanked.  I kind of have a track record with bad timing.  I bought my previous vehicle a month before 9/11 – right before all the interest rates dropped.  Go me!  This makes me kind of nervous to buy another vehicle…

Two,

Remember this kids?

My computer still operates (using the term loosely) with Windows XP.  Yes, XP, as if in invented right after the wheel and before sliced bread.  Besides running  r e a l   s l o w, it also does fun, creepy things like clicking on things I did not click on.  I’m surprised there’s not a poster with my ID hanging at the Facebook headquarters with the heading “PRO STALKER.”  I promise I’m not stalking you people!  My computer might be but I’m not.  It really wasn’t my intention to click on the page of the girl who is popping up on my nephew’s wall – a lot.  And when did I like Target?  That’s odd, I don’t remember even visiting its page let alone liking it.  It’s also a chore just to post blogs as the elves in my computer like to hide things from me.  Whenever I submit a post early, it takes five minutes and a whole lot of creative clicking for the schedule to pop up.   Plus, whenever I click on an email to read, it likes to take a step backward to the previous screen.  I guess it just wants me to be sure about my choices. 

Hmm, which matter should I take care of first?

Anyone Wanna Poke-a?

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P O K E

FYI:

Do NOT start a poke war with somone who

has OCD tendencies

and who

owns a smart phone.

It is futile.  You will NOT win.

I try to ignore the message.  I try to forget about it.  But I can’t.  I MUST poke back.  I MUST keep the left side clear of notifications. 

Just so you know.

Resistence is useless.

Nic’s Chicks

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My niece Nic has chicks.  In fact, there are four and they are no longer chicks.  They are egg-laying (or soon to be) chickens.  Her and her husband and their two children live in a suburb of a small metropolis.  I’m not going to give you any more detail than that because their town isn’t zoned for chickens.  So, if they get busted they will have to turn their chickens in or worse, turn their chickens into supper.  That would be a sad day and will not happen on my account.

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Googling Away

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I hate making decisions.  Life would be a lot easier for me and probably more enjoyable for other people if I didn’t have to make a choice.  Ever.  My decision making process is typically a three step process.  First, I agonize and worry about choosing wisely.  Second, after I make a decision I worry if I made the right choice.  This is almost always followed closely by the third step, wishing I chose differently.  Choices could very well be the death of me.  Okay, that’s a little dramatic.  Let’s just sum up, I really prefer not having to choose.

My friend Google is at the ready with any question I may have even if it’s just to settle idle curiosity.  For example, I’ve already googled Paul Hogan and Linda Kozlowski.  Yes, AMC is playing its Can’t Get Enough of…Crocodile Dundee I & II this week.  This means I have watched the same part of Crocodile Dundee II for the last three nights.  If I piqued your curiosity, Paul is about 20 years older than Linda and they have been married since 1990.

Trivial pursuits aside, Google has become a valuable tool for me to make informed (or misinformed) decisions.  Always at the ready, it’s a sophisticated 8-Ball.  It does its best to give me a plethora of options.  Although, sometimes I could do without the snooty attitude the way it corrects me.  “Did you mean…”  Is that really necessary?  If it’s smart enough to figure out an optional way of saying what I typed then couldn’t it be gracious enough to discreetly fix my error?  I should think so.

It is ever at the ready and with my iPhone easily accessed.  I can ask “What should I have for dinner?”   Sure, I still have to make a choice but it’s a matter of scanning through a page of options.  Let’s be honest, I’m easily swayed by the more alluring websites.  That cuts my decision making time by at least half. 

The other day I test drove a couple of vehicles.  I gave my phone to my niece and by the end of the drive we had an idea of the safety ratings and consumer comments.   I chose not to buy either vehicle – and I felt pretty good about it.

While planning my vacation I asked, “What is there to do in Cody?”  Before I even left for my trip I discovered the answer was, “Not a whole heck of a lot.”  It told me the route we should take and even how much I could expect to pay for gas.

“I need a job,” and “Where should I live?” are two recurring questions I like to ask.  At a moment of desperation, I even typed, “I need a life.”  No matter the question, there’s always a page of possible solutions.  And usually a correction – “Did you mean wife?”  (sigh) No, I meant life.

Google has become a verb.  Just like Xerox is synonymous with making copies, Google means researching online.  It doesn’t matter which search engine is used, “You can find anything you need by googling it.”  Too bad Bing wasn’t first because I’d rather say, “You can find anything you need by binging it.”  Oh well. 

The younger generation might pause one day and reflect, “How did the older generation ever find anything without Google?”  I had the original Google.  It was called, Mom.  My mom happened to be one the smartest people I’ve ever known.  Unfortunately, thanks to hereditary roulette, I received her temperament instead of her smarts.  Dang me!  At least with Google I now have a fighting chance in making decisions.  And pretending I’m smart.