Rough Night Tonight – Half Day Tomorrow

It was a pretty quiet day around here. Harry stayed at his dad’s house last night. Bellana stayed here but left for dad’s at around noon. We missed them both but made the best of it. Jen was busy so I mostly just goofed off with the new film blog and Instagram. The Instagram already has more engagement in two days than my main account has had in however many years it’s been up. It’s nuts. I put a couple of film related tags on each post and people are coming from all around. I’m getting more notice than I usually get from Flickr, and I do all right (by my own personal, meager, non- viral, non-influencer standards) on Flickr.

The rough patch came at dinner. I took one bite that was way too big. I knew it was bad as I was chewing it, but I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best. Nope. I got nice and sick. I felt queasy for a while and thought it was going to pass. Nope. My food tracking spread sheet has a column for nausea. On a scale of 1-10, that particular instance was a 10. The worst experience yet, by a long way.

I wanted to play guitar today but did not. I probably won’t tomorrow either. I took a half day in the morning because I thought I was bringing Bellana to the Registry of Motor Vehicles (or whatever New Hampshire calls it). Nope. Dad is bringing her. I am now on car inspection detail instead. I want to be out early enough to warm up the car and get to the garage before they open. If I can get in and out quick I might work on some song ideas before I punch in. Or maybe I’ll put that weight bench together. We’ll see.

Until then, g’night.

Nerd Overload

Two thoughts on things to do with any pictures taken with Dad’s camera that don’t suck ass.

First, an Instagram account that only posts film? Hmm, maybe.

Second, spin off a new WordPress page that only posts film? Hmm, maybe.

Bonus third thought…. Do both. Speaking as a total content whore, this one seems likely.

Assuming there is anything worth keeping when I get the results back. That’s a tremendous if.

Unrelated thought… Dad’s camera has a 50mm prime lens. I’ve been wanting one of those for my Nikon for years. Let’s assume I get one before we go to Disney. Should I then get a Nikon film camera that can use the same lens and bring that and my D90 to Disney in January and leave Dad’s camera home where it will be safe? Assuming I can get a super simple Nikon film model for super cheap, of course. I’m thinking one roll of film per day. When the day’s roll is finished, switch to digital. Maybe.

I Friggin Hate Facebook

One day back on the bookfayce and I want to punch it in the fucking throat.

I left most of the groups I was in and unfollowed a bunch of pages. I kept a couple of guitar groups and a a couple of podcast groups but that’s it.

The first thing I saw after I refreshed for the first time was a post in a guitar group bitching about politics.

Fuck facebook. Fuck it right in its fucking ear.

Weakness

I’m feeling weak today.

No it’s not a physical strength thing. I’m still freakishly strong (or so they say).

No… it’s… a Facebook thing. There’s a part of me that wants to just say duck* it and install the Facebook app on my iPhone and see what’s going on in the old guitar gear groups.

Yeah… weak.


*I thought it would be funny to purposely use the word duck, which we all know is autocorrect’s go-to fix for fuck. Unfortunately, when I tried typing out duck it somehow autocorrected to suck. I must have mistyped, but it felt like autocorrect was making fun of me for trying to make fun of it.

How Goes the Facebook Crusade?

I haven’t mentioned the old anti-Facebook crusade that I started a while ago in some time? How’s that going, Robert?

Well I’m glad you asked. It’s been three weeks or so since last I mentioned it and I’m sad to say I’ve actually been on Facebook twice in that time. It’s okay though, I can explain.

First, now that I’m off my father decided to create a new account. I don’t think the two things are related, but the timing is a little crummy for me. My sister mentioned that he sent a friend request. I logged in, accepted it, and logged out. That was it.

Second, I was listening to a podcast focused on cover bands. One of the hosts mentioned a music venue in Manchester, NH that I wasn’t familiar with. I Googled it and clicked on the first link to come up. It was their Facebook page. I wasn’t logged in but I still clicked off as soon as I saw the banner. Nope, no Facebook for this red head.

That’s it. So since the whole thing started almost two months ago I’ve been logged in twice and on the system without logging in once.

I think I can do better than that in the future.

Ello

Why does Ello hate me?  I requested invites using two different email addresses and nothing.  Nada.  Zilch.  Zip.

I guess they hate me.  Remember when I wanted Google Wave invites and Google hated me?  There was another one too, was it Google Buzz?  I just want social media sites to accept me for who I am… a ridiculously tall red head with lots and lots to say about absolutely nothing of value.  Why does that rub these sites the wrong way?  Why don’t they like me?

I just want an invite.  Now I am a sad panda.

Antisocial Media

My beloved and I went out to dinner tonight. While we were in the car we heard a BBC story on NPR about a guy who wrote a book on the premise that the Romans invented social media. We had some good laughs at the story’s expense.

Then I realized something. If social media is the passing of news among a network of friends and family, what do you call it if you try to pass news but don’t have any friends? Antisocial Media! I have coined a phrase! Then I thought more, what if you make use of social media but no one reads what you share… kinda like this bloggie right here.

Holy Crap! I not only coined the phrase, but with all of my blogging I actually invented the very thing described by the phrase I coined!

I invented Antisocial Media!

Facebook Graph Search

I like Facebook’s Timeline.  Now I’m looking forward to this.

However…

Facebook users, prepare for the onslaught of hate!  Prepare for weeks upon weeks of news feeds flooded with bitching and moaning and “I want the old Facebook back!”

Do any of the people who were furious three or four revisions ago honestly still wish they had the old format back?  I doubt it.  Timeline is cool.  Graph Search could be cool too.  It might suck to the high heaven, but it might be cool.

Let’s face it, the minute Facebook stops evolving it becomes Myspace.  Speak up if you want that.  >insert sound of crickets chirping here<

Change is good, people.  Embrace the new.