Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts

October 1, 2008

My Weekly Writing Assignment

Here are Mama Kat's prompts for the week.

The Prompts:

1. Put Shaggy (Scooby Doo's partner) and Batgirl in an elevator and write a 200 word scene.

2. Write about a time you hid from someone, or a time you disguised who you really were.

3. List 10 things worth saving then choose one of those things and write about it.

4. What did you do before we had the internet?


So let's see...

1. I'm no good at writing scenes. Or clumsy pornography.

2. I've never done that. I'm no good at lying!

3. We have very little of value. I'd save the computer; it has all our pictures on it.

4. We have a winner!

Without further ado...

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Ah, life before the internet. It showed up in my house in 1997. I was in the midst of my junior year in high school and at first we were AMAZED. My friend, Diana and I would stay up till ungodly hours chatting. I distinctly remember the screen names "Imagoat" and "LilDoscha." Ha ha. We all made webpages on Angelfire and Geocities and actually had to learn some HTML. Layouts were insanely basic and didn't offer columns or anything fancy-pants. ICQ was the only way to chat. And you emailed everyone you knew just because you could.

But before that? God, let me dig into the crevices of my http://mind. I remember spending our summers riding bikes. We lived in a very small town and the majority of my friends all lived out in the country on dirt roads - or paved roads with no lines on them - so to get to anybody's house, you either had to hope you had someone's parent to drive you or you were on the Two-Wheeled Express. One day, my friend and I rode our bikes a total of 30 miles, all in the name of killing time and, you can quote me on this: "You're only 13 once, Lisa!"

I know we spent time at our one friend's place...a LOT of time. They had a big yard, a basketball hoop, and an in-ground pool. Plop yourself in western Pennsylvania in the dead heat of July and try to find a pool. Nobody has a pool in Pennsylvania because you can only use it maybe four months out of the year. This family was POPULAR. Plus, they were triplets, so it was three times the normal number of invitees.

I remember day-long trips to the mall. See, there was this joke of a "mall" in the next town over but it was very old and stores were consistently going out of business there. By the time I moved in 2003, Montgomery Wards had closed, Fashion Bug had moved, the arcade was long gone, NRM had left...all that was left was KMart, Pearle Vision Center, a pizza joint, Dollar General, the Hallmart Store, and a wannabe hair salon that butchered my hair every time I went in there.

One would think I'd stop going...but I'm stubborn like that. I had a strange optimism that someday, they'd get it right. They never did.

Anyway, we had to drive 40 minutes to the Millcreek Mall up in Erie. You leave around 10:00 a.m., get up there and go out for lunch, shop all afternoon, and grab dinner on the way home.

Let's see, what else did we do? Sports! There was summer-league softball, cheerleading, and helping the boy's volleyball team. Then there was band. Yeah, I said it. I was a band geek. I was also a choir chick. I sang, I danced, I marched, and I played a wild array of instruments. I was indispensable. (I can toot my own horn if I want to.)

And as for communication...if memory serves, we hand-wrote letters. For you younger kids, that means we broke out the stationary or lined notebook paper and a pen and scribbled out a letter - not in LOLspeak - and stuffed it in a stamped envelope, put it in the big blue box outside the post office and waited for mail to come to us. We also had land lines. That's the phone that, either by it's base or by it's receiver, is tethered to the wall by a cord. I'm sure you've seen it, hanging out in the kitchen or the office.

Hell, my mom didn't give up the phone-company-provided rotary phone until 1994. Mom has issues with technology change. It was the late 1980s before we saw a VCR, 1992 before we got a cable box, and 1997 before we got the computer.

I almost miss life before the internet came along. It was simple. You had to move your ass away from the glow of a screen to communicate with people. Of course, I also miss life as a child, when responsibility didn't dog you at every step, reminding you that even as you watch 30 get closer, day by day, you're still trying to figure out how to navigate through life.

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As an aside, although I think it's a pretty important aside: thank you to everyone who expressed concern this morning. I spoke to who I needed to speak to, they were cool (almost too cool, which worries me, but that's a post for another time) and things are going to be fine. No woman, no cry...at least not for now. Thanks, guys.

September 2, 2008

Coffee Talk

I have a hodgepodge of things to talk about, partially because I just do and partially because I never got around to blogging yesterday. Double-time, people!

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I cleaned the fish tank yesterday. Mundane in and of itself, there's an underlying tone of resentment on my part. I didn't want the fish. Rob decided, back in March, that the one thing Beth was lacking in her life was a fish tank full of pretty little goldfish. So he brought home a little (and by little, I mean about two quarts) tank with 10 Comets in them.



That...x5. Within three hours of being home, the fish count had dwindled to about four. So Rob and Beth traipsed off to Petco at 6:00 p.m. to do it up right. When all was said and done, 24 hours later we had this:



Now I realize that a three-year-old can't clean a fish tank. But a 29-year-old sure can and he's only helped maybe twice. Every other time, I do it myself. This was his idea! I told him the last thing we needed was another cost in our lives. Fish are expensive creatures to properly care for! You're putting in a new filter every month, you have to feed the shiny bastards, you need brushes and nets, water conditioner, gravel vacuum, algae tablets. How did animals I didn't want in the first place become my responsibility?

What's worse? I worry about the damn things! I actually care that they swim in a clean tank and have enough to eat. I care if algae starts growing.

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Finally, someone says it! Well, someone who's voice extends beyond the four walls of their two-bedroom loft apartment. I'm not disputing his gift as a motivational speaker. If you aren't listening too closely to the content of his speeches you might find yourself truly excited at the end of his monologue. But if, like me, you're listening for specifics, then you're going to be sorely disappointed. He calls for change, for looking past party divide to reach common ground, blah blah blah...but he has yet to relate any actual plans for all this change.

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We have two containers of peanut butter in our cupboard. One is Great Value (yes, Walmart brand) Creamy Peanut Butter. The other is Safeway's Reduced Fat Creamy Peanut Spread. Two differences: One is reduced fat and is called Peanut Spread. But I lie, there aren't just two differences. Check out their lists of ingredients:

Great Value Peanut Butter: roasted peanuts, sugar, contains less than 2% of molasses, hydrogenated vegetable oils (rapeseed, cottonseed, soybean), salt.

Safeway Reduced Fat Peanut Spread: peanuts, corn syrup solids, soy protein, sugar, contains 2% or less of the following: salt, molasses, fully hydrogenated vegetable oils (rapeseed, cottonseed, soybean), magnesium oxide, ferric phosphate, zinc oxide, niacinamide, copper sulfate, pyridoxine hydrochloride, folic acid.

Q#@$#%!#$^@#$%!#$%!@#$!???????????

Now I could sit here and research the function of each and every one of those chem class bonus question answers but I won't and this is why: I don't think I want to know what they're there for. Seriously, I'm of the mind that the longer the list of ingredients on a package, the worse it is for you. That's not that I don't buy processed foods like Nutri-Grains, cereal, soda, etc. But for something as simple as peanut butter, the list of ingredients shouldn't take up four rows of text. When I can afford to buy Adam's (which, by the way, I love but it's too expensive for as fast as we go through it), I love seeing ONE ingredient on the label: PEANUTS.

K.I.S.S. Keep It Simple Stupid. Er, Safeway and all other reduced-fat-peanut-butter-makin' companies.

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Finally, in this weeks edition of "Signs You're Online Far Too Much," I have to set the scene. I've brought in the Op-Ed section of the San Jose Mercury News to take a picture of the abovementioned political cartoon. I've opened it and then folded it in half like so...



As I'm taking a moment to read the rest of the Readers' Letters, I reach the bottom of the first column and instead of turning the newspaper over to read the rest, I reach for my mouse and start scrolling down. *sigh*

 
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