May 7th, 2019

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Wrong On the Internet

It would probably be wise of me to spend less time at Farcebook. I didn't use it very much for a long time after I'd signed up, but after the fire a number of people I haven't seen in a long time used it to get in touch with me, and then I found the community groups for people searching for lost cats, and I started following them, and in between finding new posts in those communities I looked at other communities, and started leaving comments here and there, and just gradually got sucked in.

The thing that is eating most of my time there now is making smart-ass remarks on various memes in joke and humor communities. I have to admit that it is very gratifying to say something cleverly ridiculous (or, far less often, ridiculously clever) on a post and, a few hours later, find that readers have posted a dozen or more laugh emojis on them. I'm not entirely surprised to discover that I'm a frustrated comic. I think I always had a secret desire to be the class clown when I was a kid, but I was too shy. Now I can hide on the other side of a computer and still get virtual laughs. The Internet has let me become shameless! It's the Devil's tool, to be sure.

There is also a community that posts photos of Los Angeles, including vintage shots, and sometimes they are mis-captioned (somebody is wrong on the Internet!) and I get to correct the errors. This also pleases me, as I am also a frustrated schoolteacher and really enjoy providing accurate information whenever I've got it. So I get to be a comic and a schoolmarm, and it's eating all my time!. I'm spending several hours a day at Farcebook, and digging up information from other web sites to use on Farcebook, and neglecting all the other things I could, and should, be doing in the real world.

If the Catholics are right and there is a place called Limbo, then I suspect that Mark Zuckerberg is going to end up running it. God is just waiting for Zuck to be murdered by someone whose life he sucked into that monstrous site, and then he'll be put in charge of the dead people's place that's neither heaven nor hell. It probably won't be me who kills him, though. I wouldn't be able to tear myself away from the Internets long enough to do it.
laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Odd

An odd day. Last night I was short of sleep by about an hour, and then this afternoon I ended up taking a nap for about two hours. It didn't make me feel better, and by the time I got up it was too late to make the dinner I'd planned, so I'll have to fix something else. The planned dinner probably would have been too much anyway, so it's just as well, if inconvenient, that I was unable to fix it. I've been having another queasy day, and have had a bit of headache. Now I'm feeling a bit flumpy. I can't define or describe flumpy, but I can certainly feel it. Just take my made-up word for it.

One tentative plan I had for today was to finally get to one or another of the Safeways on the bus, so I wouldn't miss this week's sales on a couple of items I need, but when it came to the last minute I could leave and get that done I just didn't feel like doing it. I don't like going out queasy. I didn't even bother to go to any of the nearby stores at the plaza. I just looked at Internets all day, when I wasn't napping, and did a bit of pointless brain-wheel spinning. I suspect that classical Greeks and French both have words for this, but I didn't learn Greek or French. I studied Spanish, which has since mostly eroded, but the only Spanish that comes to mind right now is ¡Ay, caramba! Maybe it's apropos.

Now tomorrow is rushing at me headlong, its lights glaring in my face. I know from experience that neither of us will swerve, and there will soon be a horrible crash. Anybody who plays chicken aggressively with time ends up disfigured, and I've been doing it so long I'm sure I now strongly resemble the picture of Dorian Gray. Maybe I'll take my bloodied self to CVS tomorrow and use the 30% off coupon they sent me today to buy a meat thermometer. I've never had a meat thermometer before. Maybe that's why so much of my cooking is crap. Yeah, I'm sure a meat thermometer will change the course of my life for the better. Or at least won't make it any worse.