Hello, friends! Here is my first blog post…no pressure,
right?
I was hoping that creating a blog would propel me into the
realm of the computer savvy, but, if anything, I realize I am more techno
challenged than ever. Now I’m aware of even more computer terms I didn’t know I
wasn’t aware of. So I may be tweaking this blog as the months go by as I learn
more about it, but stick with me. I really want to hear all your comments and stories, as well.
In the meantime, I’ll be giving you my take on whatever is
rolling around in my brain that I’m compelled to put down on paper. I’m certain
my husband will thank you for sharing the burden of hearing my riffs and rants.
It’s sure to take the pressure off of him as he tries not to glaze over as I’m
heatedly taking sides in the latest Real Housewives feud as if these were my real
girlfriends or when I’m complaining how shallow all the celebrities are in
People Magazine (to which I have a lifetime subscription). So I’m sure these
topics will come up as well as things closer to home, like being a mom to my
9-year-old son. I know it’s probably Blog Blunder #1 not to write about one
specific topic, but I’m not here to inform, only to kvetch. I’m not hip enough to try to tell anyone what to do. Yes, I know who Sheldon Cooper is, but I couldn’t tell you his catch
phrase. (I’m thinking Kowabunga, but I could be confusing him with Bart
Simpson.) This is why I still reference Seinfeld. Don't come to me for cutting edge.
I know there’s this new thing on Facebook going around where
people say, “The moment when…” and then follow it up with something that
happened to them. Not only do I not understand what they’re trying to say, it
irks the crap out of me that it’s not a complete sentence. Is it not enough
that I have to endure the misuse of your
for you’re way too many times on
Facebook? That I’m forced to hold my tongue when grown people who’ve graduated
high school write a lot as one word? Now
I’m supposed to be subjected to people starting a thought in the middle of a
sentence? And will someone please be the first to inform me about the hashtag
craze? I thought I didn’t have to understand it since it was relegated to
Twitter, which I have quite successfully lived without since its inception. But
now I keep seeing it pop up at the end of people’s Facebook statuses and it
confuses the heck out of me. (And not just because you’re expected to read the
sentence without spacing, although I think that would be enough.) I have to
wonder if the pound sign has been following Bethenny Frankel’s advice and
finally learned how to brand itself. I mean the # symbol has been around
forever, but never as wildly popular as it is now. It seemed to have gone the
way of the local butcher, before trying to re-invent itself to mean other things. You’d think being the
tic tac toe game for children would keep it in demand, but its target audience
is way too young. It got itself on every push button phone for decades, only to
have it mocked by the * on the other side, which seems equally useless. But
now the # has come into its own, borrowing from the Europeans and re-naming
itself hashtag. It is now inexplicably being used in front of names, places,
and nonsense sentences. It had me worrying if I could even legitimately have a blog
without understanding the hashtag concept. Will I ever graduate to
understanding plus one’s? (Silly me, I thought it was something you put on an
invitation.)
I know this all makes me sound old and uncool, but if you
can’t admit your flaws on a blog with your name plastered all over it for
anyone in the world to see, tell me, where can you?
#ThemomentwhenIrealizedthismightberead.
Bazinga! I LOVE it Korina! I have a feeling that I am going to be your most devoted follower. It is going to save me a lot of time having you express my rants in this blog. Good luck! I look forward to your next post.
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BAZINGA! THAT'S IT!! ha ha. Thanks so much, Eileen!
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