Abrupt

People hate GMA but I like her. She's declared Monday a holiday, despite Labor Day actually falling on a Saturday. By rights it shouldn't even matter, but she's gone and given us all time to breathe.

Looking forward to a looooong weekend with nothing much to worry about. The insanity of the past six weeks is coming to an end and I look forward to being as I once was.

How many days has it been since I kissed Facebook goodbye?

I can't feel any pangs of longing anymore (then again, I never really did). Cold turkey. Slowly backing away is for pussies.

Surprise Butt Secks

Somehow, RWJ resurrected my faith in the internet and society as a whole. After an hour spent watching this guy, I realized something:

1. We are all going to pot as a civilization.
2. Seriously.

It's a train wreck and being on the internet is like having a front row seat. We may know we're headed for total insanity, but hey, it's going to be a helluva trip. I guess this is why Twitter and FB exist. Thanks, RWJ. I have decided that society, while ofttimes being criminally idiotic and apalling, is fun and I want to be a part of it, not a dinosaur watching from the wings.

I also realized that:

3. Sometimes it's good to take a step back and detoxify.
4. It heightens one's appreciation of these things.

This means YM is back online, and fingers will fly. As for FB, I have reserved judgment.

I can't embed RWJ's videos, so here's a LINK to my favorite one. It features the amazing doggy commercial below.

Day Four

Nestle Strawberry Yogurt makes me feel loved. That stuff goes down smooth, with a sudden twist of berry, like a surprise kiss that lingers.

I realize it is now the middle of April. Days simultaneously zoom past and crawl by with equal amounts of unbearableness. I sometimes find myself waking up and it's the weekend, with absolutely no idea how I even got through the week.

Take today. It's unofficial hump day. I told Blitz I can't believe it's Wednesday already. Blessing or curse? I really don't know.

The Simpsons Season 19 is on rotation. It's on TV, muted. Every now and then I glance up and wonder what the yellow people are doing and why America loves them so much. I never really got past the looks. They are just too plain for me. It's an intelligent show, or so I've heard.

I have a number of movies on backlog: 2046, Die Hard 4.0, The Godfather Part Une, The Usual Suspects. All have subtitles and are ready for viewing; I find myself strapped either for time or energy. I am a gluttonous black hole of free movies. It's enough to have them ready, I suppose. I will watch them all. Eventually.

Day Two

Living offline, Day Two.

Concerted effort to do things that matter without being stymied by Facebook: took some time to have dinner with the trainers in Sophia Suites. I personally love the ambience at that place. Mellow lighting everywhere. (I have a thing for mellow lighting; it bolsters denial of age.) Good conversation, bad smoking. I understand that people smoke because they're stressed, but it is a nasty habit and I dislike being a second-hand smoker. I don't get why people are aware that it kills, but do it anyway.

It seems a night meant for smoking. After dinner, Formo was up next. Met up with Chuck for a nice little reunion. Good music, good place for eye candy. Beautiful men. Beautiful women. Beautiful in-betweens. Saw a tiny, girl-like hooker being swallowed up by her big white john. Making out in public - awesome if you're good looking. Train wreck if you're both ugly. They were both ugly. I could barely find the decency to look away.

Day One

Did a world before Web 2.0 exist, where individuals didn't get poked, tagged or tweeted, books were made of paper and music was played on a cassette tape? Sometimes I forget what that world was like.

Everything is noisy and over-saturated. It's intrusive. It's galling. It's boring. Everyone screams into the ether, wanting to be heard. People scream back. It's all about "what I'm doing."

Facebook has finally gotten to me. I still want to know what everyone is up to; I just don't want to know about it all the time - especially if all you're doing is going to work, having a hangover, watching Keanu Reeves, eating potato chips. I am sick of the pressure of trying to be interesting.

I no longer want to be ultra-accessible. There will only be three ways to touch base: e-mail, text messages or Skype.

I haven't gotten the shakes yet.

This is Day One.