But I really wouldn't know, given I don't do FB and am hit 'n' miss where my Twitter account is concerned (read as: I log on to Twitter mebbe three times a week). I suppose bein' a geezer MIGHT have some small effect, too. Mebbe.
H/t: Shoebox.
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Yeah, mebbe...lol...although it's no joke, we're probably the last of what could be called the "literate"generation, i.e., those of us who can speak and write (in cursive) in complete sentences and with an attention-span capable of reading a book for a solid hour straight without a lapse in concentration..
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't want to see my cursive. I failed penmanship as a child... my Mom was horrified, bein' the Genteel Suthin' Belle she WAS.
DeleteLOL, mine too. EVERYONE has always said I should have been either a Doctor or a Pharmacist with my writing, lol. And as I went to a Univ Lab school we had a special dedicated, once/week (iirc) handwriting instructor too (Mrs Hunter, poor soul)
DeletePS: Years ago as a teenager I read a Sci-Fi story (can't recall the title, unfortunately & Google no help) about the "last man on earth" who in this case turned out to be a rebellious egocentric teenager in OZ who wanted to be left alone with no one telling him what to do when the last space-ship full of his parents and the last people lifted off to the stars and a new, better planet when the earth was dying. He amused himself by playing tennis all day against a robot on the family tennis court. One day he gets the equivalent of a Skype/computer-cam call (interrupting his tennis match) from a girl in--of all places--Kentucky. She's alone also and wants to talk having found him as the only other one left (how I can't remember) After a brief conversation he hangs up, but she keeps calling back for more conversation which bugs him no end, so he blows her off and turns off the machine so she can't call any more, ) I remember the story ending with him walking back to the court, reminding himself: "I'll have to gear down the Robot half-a-step next time, It's winning too many points." LOL--so much for the power of "social media" to instill "sociability."
ReplyDelete(Hell, given a life-time supply of Barbancourt and the body and energy of a 19 year old, this old tennis player just might think that situation with a Robot buddy a good deal--especially if they ever get around to inventing touch-sensitive "virtual sex" on the internet--and they kept the system powered up after they left. LOL!)
That's a hella story, Virg. I'm ambivalent on the tennis but I sure do wish they'd come up with that virtual sex thing. Soon.
DeleteHey Buck! OT but just saw AP art on Lucianne that there is big controversy by tree-huggers about Coyote hunt in AB! Go see!! Hear anything about it in local newspapers/TV?
ReplyDeleteI've heard nothing locally, but then again I rarely do. I loved the comment thread at Lucianne.
DeleteSpeaking of FB, I tried it. I posted my High School and a couple people hooked-up and it wasn't too long after that, that they got bored of me, and I got bored of them. I mean, these people were of no use to me then, and certainly less now. I mentioned a girl we both knew, and the response was that she was a skank because she was having sex in High School. I didn't have the heart to tell them she was having sex in the 8th grade too :-) I mean she was my best friend and was from a broken home. What was it to them?? What was it to me?? She was the captain of her ship. Anyway, it went downhill from there.
ReplyDeleteapres tous les beaux jours je te dis merci merci...
My FB experience was similar, ma belle. As for your friend... really, who's to judge?
DeleteWell, see, whereas you don't do FB, I don't do the Twitter thing. But, between us, we've got it covered. Good enough.
ReplyDeleteOr BAD enough, as the case may be.
DeleteFB is a tool. It can be used or abused. I remember when my father would not move to an electric typewriter.
ReplyDeleteFB is a "tool" in quite another sense, as well.
DeleteI just can't get into the Twitter thing -- but I am one of those Facebook fiends.
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