Not LA, but I was chilly in this picture. This is probably what I look like right now since the weather in LA is cold.
Hello My Dear Kernutties from sunny cloudy Los Angeles!
Since I’m #NotAtBlogHer (and totally jealous of all the blogalicious gals who went), I’m doing this. Yay for you! I’m hoping to do live tweets from my trip to LA this weekend. But my phone isn’t a “smart phone”, it’s only of average intelligence. If it doesn’t work, you won’t see any tweets below. They may instead be above. Crap, I just realized that.
Or maybe you don’t see any tweets because I was kidnapped by a hot knight/swarthy pirate/romantic gentleman. (Hey, one can dream. Don’t judge.) But per chance I am really kidnapped, use this picture on the missing poster, ok? You will make a missing poster for me, right? Right? Hello?
(UPDATED 8/9/10: My tweets did not come through. In the words of Wicked Shawn, le sigh. I will recreate the awesome tweets here tonight.)
4:41:33 AM: Up at 0-dark-hundred to drive an hour to meet the charter bus to LA. I hope this live blogging is working. #NotatBlogHer
7:35:33 AM: ok it appears live blogging on kernut.com is not working right for this noob… None of my AWESOME tweets came thru. (THIS is the only tweet, besides the opening/title that posted to my blog. WTF??)
8:27:33 AM: One the bus to LA with crazy people. (pic hereTwitpic didn’t work either probably because I’m a clueless noob. It’s probably good I didn’t go to BlogHer – I don’t think they would have let me in.)
12:19:33 PM: This is the trophy we fight for in the softball game. (pic here) (The reason for this trip isn’t really the fellowship, the camaraderie, or the two big groups getting together twice a year. It’s actually all about this trophy. Don’t let anyone tell you different.)
3:45:33 PM: Self Realization Fellowship in Pacific Palisades (pic here) (This place is beautiful! If you’re ever in the area, check it out.)
4:58:33 PM: Venice Beach… loud, bad music, many cool knick knacks, and a lot of interesting peeps. (pic here, mostly of my thumb)
10:41:33 AM: Sorry, but Monterey lost the ball game. With so many of our star players out it was an easy win for Santa Monica. We’ll get the trophy back in December! (Yes, you’re right if you’re thinking this is too long for a tweet. By this time I had given up on the Twitter and posted this as a Facebook status.)
So there you have it, folks. My first foray into Live Blogging, unlike Absence of Alternatives(click for example of how it’s supposed to go, not her first), crashed and burned. I couldn’t even get Twitpic to post my pictures. I still don’t know why neither one worked. Maybe it’s because my cell phone is only semi-intelligent (as opposed to being a ‘smart’ phone)?? I can text my tweets to Twitter and FB and it will post them. I had signed up for Twitpic, but this was my first attempt at sending pics to it from my phone.
I will try again some day because Twitter is sucking me in (maybe from Concours d’Elegance this weekend??). I can’t stop it, so I’m just going with it. *fingers crossed*
Ok, but only if the hookup is in your pickup, Baby.
Dating Advice for Social Media from my MySpace blog in 2007 (a time when I was much more jaded than now – if that’s possible). While originally about MySpace, much of this also applies to Facebook.
MySpace made me über jaded about dating. It’s all MySpace’s fault for letting those horny 20-somethings send me the most ludicrous requests for a date (read: hookup). It’s really hard to take men seriously after receiving requests like those below.
But I’m all better now. heh. *twitch*
How Not To MySpace, Part 2
Acknowledgment: “Part 1” was written by my friend Steve. His gave me the idea for the following article. His article, How Not To MySpace should be read. And followed. Verbatim.
The following is the result of a fabulous thread by fellow Facebook Addicts Todd E., Dan H., Aloha J., John M., and myself.
Step 1. We admitted we were powerless over the Facebook, and that our lives had disappeared into the abyss of a computer screen.
Step 2. We came to believe that a power greater than Google could restore it to sanity.
Step 3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of the electric company, AT&T, Comcast, Verizon, and Apple, and iTunes…
Step 4. Made a searching and fearless moral e-inventory.
Step 5. Admitted to everyone on FB the exact nature of our entire lives.
Step 6. Were entirely ready to have Facebook, Google, Twitter and every other search engine to remove their defects of privacy.
Step 7. Humbly asked them (our ISP, Comcast, AT&T, Verizon…) to lower our bills.
Step 8. Made a list of all persons we had insulted on Facebook, and “De-Friended” those who were a$$*)@%.
Step 9. Made direct “Add me” requests to those we previously deleted, blocked or ignored and became willing to play Farmville with them all except when to do so would make you want to injure them or others.
Step 10. Continued to monitor our comments, and when we posted something we shouldn’t have we quickly deleted it (and hoped nobody noticed).
Step 11. Sought through Comcast, AT&T, Verizon, etal, to improve our connection speed as we understood it, praying only for the knowledge of Tech Support to keep the server from crapping out!
Step 12. Continued to carry the messages of our friends who still suffered from the slow speeds of FB, Twitter, Comcast, Verizon & AT&T by RT (re-tweeting), Sharing, and liking comments.
Many of us exclaimed. “Holy S#*%! Look at all these requests! I can’t go through them all!” Do not be discouraged. No one among us and been able to attain anything like a 30% response rate to the hugs, Farmvilles, Mafia Wars, tattoos, birthday calenders, quizzes and app. requests on Facebook . The point is, we simply block them because they’re a pain in the ass.
Our description of the virtual networker, chapter on how to locate and adjust your Facebook privacy settings, and our personal adventures with the gaming features & applications, before and after make clear three pertinent ideas:
A. That we were Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, etal, addicts and could not manage our own lives without the internet.
B. That probably no human power could make me open up a MySpace account.
and C. That God could and would if he could use a mouse.
Nice work everyone! Facebook Addicts are funny people. 🙂
(For those of you who came here looking for real help with a serious problem, while I don’t know of any organization that specifically deals with Facebook Addiction, I do know that Alcoholics Anonymous helps people with ALL kinds of addictions. Same goes for NA. They’re generally nice folks, but don’t let them give you any crap about your addiction not being worthy of AA or NA meetings. An addiction is an addiction. Just listen to the speakers, and for the similarities in the messages rather than the differences. Best of luck to you.)