Shared Stiff

Social media is important for how I function. But I am *not* comfortable on it.

Outraged

I’ve been alive 2000 years and I’ve never had time for the luxury of outrage. The above is one of the more brilliant lines from the latest season of Dr. Who 1. The Doctor spoke it to his companion, Bill, when she wanted to scold him for accepting the death of a child. He didn’t…

Some days on Facebook…

Some days I wonder why I bother doing the things I do. The feeling that I’m only spinning my wheels doing the same thing over and over and over ends up darkening my mood. Whatever causes this shadow, I’m usually left feeling my own inadequacy. On the worst days I just want to give up…

Messaging Migration – Part II

Note: Yesterday I wrote about my messaging migration. This is part II of that post. Follow the link to see the rest of the story. As I wrote yesterday, I’ve long loved the idea of Internet Messaging. Real-time text communication over the Internet is a “killer app.” The tools I’ve used to send messages, however,…

Oh the social…

Since I’ve mentioned it on Facebook, it’s pretty much public knowledge. I’m now the parent of a teenager, may God have mercy on both me and my wife. With the advent of the teen-years has also come the availability of social networking for my newly fledged teen. Suddenly, my teen can get Gmail/Google+, sign up…