teen girl at check-out desk (looking at a book her mother had just put down): facebook, mom? really?
mom: yeah. (seeing her daughter roll her eyes) what? i have a page!
teen girl (lifting the previously named book and reading the title of the next): and blogging?
mom: yes! i have a blog! is that so weird?
teen girl: yes.
me: no, what’s weird is when your mom friends you. i mean, how to do decline her request? (to mom) no offense…
teen girl: i’m on myspace.
mom: but your brother’s on facebook…
i’m watching her interview with the esteemed governor blagojevich from last night. it’s poetry in motion.
oh rachel…were we not both committed to other people and i were a little less intimidated by your razor wit and intellect, i’d offer to buy you a drink…
…and yet here i sit, cringing at some of the names (and opinions expressed by those folk) on my facebook list.
i just feel so…i dunno, dirty, unclean in a bad way, when that smug sonofa posts some snarky-yet-impotent political something-or-other, and guy-who-used-to-be-awesome-but-is-now-just-obnoxious makes some snarky remark about it. i know, i know, bad steph with the lack of bipartisanship. i love that our new president is big into the bipartisan spirit. i wish i could be that awesome. but i can’t…the truth is, after eight long years of republican rule, i am stoked about the new administration, and i want to dance around and laugh at the conservative tears of frustration and fall asleep to the gnashing of their teeth. i took (and, in many senses, am taking) great delight in watching the conservative empire crumble, and maybe i should also take delight in the toothless attempts by those folks on facebook to show a strong face, stiff upper lip, wot wot. maybe it should be so cute when they take comfort in their progressively-more-frantically-absurd rush tirades, like they’re huddling around a dying flame while the cold reality of a democratically-led government closes in around them.
it all sounds like a good idea as i write it here. but as soon as i go back onto facebook and see more of their shenanigans on my update page, i know i’ll just roll my eyes and debate once again whether i should just remove them from my list…
so yesterday was fantastic and wonderful and about 17 other hyperbolic adjectives. yes, i watched the whole day, from the pre-inauguration coverage through the last inaugural ball that the obamas attended last night (and i can’t tell you the massive chuckles i got from hearing chris matthews and keith olbermann talk about “balls” all night…but then, sometimes i’m juvenile like that…).
but that’s not what i’m here to talk about today. at this particular point, i’d like to talk about the facebook. because it’s seriously weirding me out, yo. (more…)
today is weird and wonderful and wildly…emotional. i keep bursting into random fits of pride and tears whenever i remember that, at this time tomorrow, obama really will be the president. i can’t remember the last time i was so proud to be an american. i’m also fighting with my back, and i suspect the reason it’s being so difficult and grumpy is the OMG SNOOOOOOOOOOOW that’s forecast for tomorrow.
yes, snow. on the same day that the political sun will be shining full beams onto my tear-streaked face for the first time in eight long, frustrating, bitter years.
between back pain and american pride, you’ll find me today.
from the lovely mrs. esmon…because the mood around here is entirely too gloomy lately. (more…)
everybody’s busy ’round the holidays, and yours truly is no exception. when we weren’t preparing to travel and visit family, we were preparing to be bombarded with friends to ring in the new year together. in previous years, new year’s day marked the end of the excitement and a return to the more relaxed business-as-usual schedule we typically enjoy.
not so this year. (more…)
things have been very, very hectic at work lately; my experience from last year is that it’s always that way at the holidays, as everyone rushes in to get a book to read while visiting family or whatever. and with budget crunches taking their toll in ways like additional work for staff to do since our page hours were cut, i’ve once again managed to neglect not only my blog, but yours. sorry about that, again. i’m off work on monday, at which time i’ll make the rounds and find out what’s new in your world. 
BUT. i’m not leaving today without airing a grievance. (more…)
you really do start to lose count (and interest) after a while.
i can remember growing up, when my birthday was a big deal. for weeks beforehand, it was my focus…birthday means another year older, another year older means one year closer to being a fabulous adult. now that i’ve hit that adulthood, i’m finding it to be less fabulous and more…mediocre, i guess. i’ve just been feeling so very meh today.
on the bright side, 31 isn’t feeling nearly as weird as i thought it would.
so far, anyway.
