I made the mistake of caving to the Queen's pressure to get a Facebook account in an effort to shut her up make her happy and I think it has backfired. I'm now playing this Dragon RPG on there and slowly becoming addicted to it. Woe is me...
Anyway, It's at least amusing and it plays pretty well. It isn't WoW or W:AR (Warhammer: Age of Reckoning) by any stretch, but I can at least amuse myself a bit by playing it and we have another thing in common.
You know you want to get a Facebook account and add us as friends. :) You KNOW you want to...
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
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Must --- control ---- Facebook --- addiction -----
(Put the pillow AWAY, put your hands down and move quietly to the door....)
I really wish my old man would get on Facebook. He has my password and can get on to look from my account, but that's it. He's not a games person though.
I'm addicted. But I justify it by calling it my social life and using it to keep up with friends. But now you guys have gotten me into this dragon thing and I JUST CAN'T STOP!
I don't remember passwords. I don't know Dubby's password, and couldn't get on if my life depended on it. I don't want to be on Facebook, I've got enough stuff to do as it is. I get grief for not updating my blog every week, even. Oh, well... Regarding cell phones, you forgot one reason for getting one: I got one so *I* could call people when I'm away from home, like when I'm in the car, or hiking in the mountains, or on the road. For years... decades actually, I used a ham radio autopatch (a machine that connects ham radios to the telephone system) for that. But now that cell phone towers are ubiquitous enough to provide pretty good coverage, Dubby talked me into carrying one. No, I don't give out the number indiscriminately... in fact, I called one person who used caller-id to add me to his list, and now HE calls me, even for something as mundane as inviting me to go to lunch with him. I don't answer incoming calls, even from family, when I'm teaching a class. I don't answer calls, even from family, when I'm in a meeting. I don't answer calls, even from family, when I'm in a personal conference with a student. The above three situations take up about 8 of my 10 hour workday, so people often get my voicemail. I'd guess that 80% of the calls on my cellphone are me calling out. Oh, well... I do carry it with me all the time, I just don't answer it when doing so would interrupt my interaction with those I'm intereacting with in person. And I personally hate it when someone in line ahead of me holds up the line by talking on the phone instead of transacting business. It happened at the bank last week, and at Burger King yesterday. Sheesh...
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