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Many thoughts run through my mind when I sit down to do blog related activities. Here are some of those candid thoughts. Thank me later by telling me that you do some of these things too.

  • The word exercise is the devil, not because I hate to work out, but because I will never be able to comprehend its spelling.
  • I should really learn to spell it though before I begin writing. No, I am just going to use Google. I support Google.
  • Great. I have successfully browsed to http://www.gogle.com. Why is that even a site?
  • Wait… I am not even writing anything about exercise.
  • Let’s see what is happening on Twitter.
  • Great. I have successfully browsed to http://www.titter.com. Good thing I am not at work.
  • I should Google search “how to type better” instead of “how to spell exercise”.
  • All right, I made it to Twitter.
  • Retweet!
  • Better retweet that.
  • Favorite
  • Who the hell is this naked chick?
  • That definitely warrants a retweet.
  • Favorite
  • Favorite everything!
  • Okay, I need to produce content.
  • Let’s see what  ideas I have been writing down. “Redo lupus sunflower seeds”. Right.
  • I should add a warning to my notepad that says, “do not record any ideas while drinking”.

The magic really begins after I actually finish a post:

  • Yay, a post is born!
  • That tag is so funny. Everyone is going to think that tag is hilarious. Who uses such an outrageous tag? You do. You are so funny.
  • Why isn’t anyone mentioning the tag? No one looks at tags. Sigh
  • I should go do something else for a while. Right after this last comment reply.
  • No I shouldn’t.

You now know the process behind running a successful blog. Congratulations.

Hey! Happy Birthday to Madame Weebles today! Go over to Le Clown’s page to wish her a good one and tell her she is young and pretty. Me and Jack did!

Lastly, be on the look out tomorrow for my big interview with someone you may know…

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829

829

My follower count is stuck at 829. This is unnerving. Not only does it hurt my eyes, but it also generally makes me a bit twitchy. I could easily transform that eye-sore in to a sexy, appealing, and beautifully even 830 by following myself, but I think the narcissism of that might cramp my style ಠ_ಠ. It is right up there with liking your own Facebook status or hitting on your own reflection. Or, writing a post about your follower count. The only way one should follow themselves is via shadow. If stuck in an alternate universe with one’s future self, following would also be acceptable. Plus, I don’t need an e-mail to notify me of my own new posts. I am aware. 829. What a kind of number is that anyway?

Entertain me so that I will stop looking at that box. What are some ridiculous things that irk you for no reason? Do you follow yourself (on WordPress or in alternate universes… whatever)?

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Facebook, Y U Make Me Sad?

This morning, as I do most mornings, I arrived to work my usual fifteen minutes early. I snuggled myself in to my office, opened my files, email, and fired up the web browser. Then I almost mindlessly typed in f-a-c-e, and the rest manifested itself. Facebook. So, I began the trek of scrolling, reading, and taking in every detail until I felt satisfied. Only this morning did I realize it is not ever really satisfaction that I am experiencing. In fact, it is quite the opposite.

This is a relevant link. It is for clicking.

I don’t think I ever made the conscious observation that sifting though people’s Facebook posts could be making me feel less of myself. Nonetheless this is happening. Now, I am a pretty confident and positive person. I have some truely outstanding friends, few yes, but outstanding. I am intelligent and employed (whew). I don’t have a negative self image outside of Victoria Secret, etc. You get the point.  This is exactly why this article had me a little taken aback. Not only did it confirm what I was ignoring but made me feel a bit relieved at the same time, knowing I am not the only one experiencing this. Basically, Facebook is your cool older sibling having a slumber party. He will gladly let you in the room to see what is going on, only eventually to remind you that you weren’t the one with enough friends to have a slumber party of your own. Then he gives you a wedgie or something. Read the rest of this entry

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