So it came. Snow. November 23, 2012 saw it’s first accumulation in this humble burb. For those of you not in my general vicinity, I’ll go over the checklist for you. cold – yup white – yup – except where my dog has desecrated it with his bodily functions fluffy – affirmative And that’s all there really
Yes, yes. The rumours are true. And by rumours, I mean my declaration a few days ago that I’m leaving Facebook. I’ve already commented on my reasonings which include consistant disregard for users privacy, and my fear of what that will bring once the company goes public. It’s also no secret that I’ve long preferred
It started all simple enough. Our interwebz pal Joey Michaels writes a reflective post on the old E/N scene, waxes nostalgic, everything’s all nice-nice. Then.. someone has to go and create a Facebook group. Invite Only. Very exclusive. You understand. Joey obviously gets invited, and so he invites me. Invites get handed out all over
Things can unfold in strange ways. I’ll divulge the tail as best as I can recall. This really isn’t an interesting story by the way–just the story of just how the end result came about. I was talking with a colleague of mine earlier in the week and about some conventions that occur on an
This social media thing is an interesting beast. Who would have thought the whole act of getting people to share something would be so difficult? Before I continue, I want to preface this with a statement about me not being angry or bitter with what transpired. I’m just making an observation. I made a video.
A random Twitter user that I followed back, @odianina, posed a question to me the other day in regards to age: how do u feel compare wid when u were still 22? In 140 or less, I summed it up with what should have been an old Barenaked Ladies line, “young at being old, old