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[Make Social Media banner – I didn’t do this yet, so just pretend it’s here]

Some people may have noticed that I’m not as active on the “social media” front as I have been. There’s a good reason for this, although I’m not sure how many other people would consider it a good reason. I’d like to say it’s because I’m busy. Or travelling a lot. Or abducted by aliens. It’s much simpler than that, though.

Way back when, I signed up with MySpace to keep in contact with people I didn’t see any more. Then I did the same with Facebook. I signed up with Google+ just because it was new and different. Since then, I’ve forgotten my password and email account for MySpace so I don’t think I’ll be going back there. Not any time soon. So I’ll just concentrate on Facebook and Google+ for now.

So, I signed up for Facebook to keep up with folks. Fair enough. I found it interesting to know when someone was going to the store, or brushing their teeth, or having a new child, or getting a new job. I also enjoyed seeing little tidbits of information they would throw out to the world, just for the hell of it. See, it’s the little things that make you feel like you’re more involved in someone’s life than you really are.

And then the games started getting more popular. And more people started showing up and then playing more games. It got to the point where the game updates had a higher presence, and priority, than the status updates. But I managed to cull those down and get back to status and picture updates and all was mostly fine.

Not too long ago, I couldn’t say exactly when because it’s been a gradual process, there’s this new thing where people share a picture. But it’s not really a picture because it’s words; just in a graphic form. Usually it’s some kind of “funny” saying (I put that in quotes because, to me, they are rarely amusing) or inspirational claptrap. But other people like them, so it gets shared. Or someone else finds the original and shares it again. Over and over and over until all I can see is a stream of crap that I have no interest in.

Administratively, it’s worse than the games. I can mute game posts by the game itself. What I can’t do is mute all shares from ‘www.stupidasscrap.com.’ I have to mute the person to do that. I’m getting really close to the point of doing that. The thing is, I understand that other people might enjoy them. They might actually like seeing the same stupid “My Parents Think I… My Boss Thinks I…” things over and over, and I don’t begrudge them for that. I just don’t want to see it.

I miss the days when I could see what people were actually doing. Maybe it wasn’t as ‘exciting’ or busy, but it was a lot more personal.

How does Google+ fit into this? Because that’s all it is. Google+ is nothing more than sharing pictures and sites. Mostly pictures. Almost all pictures that are actually just Dr. Seuss quotes saved as a GIF. Photographers will share their pictures, sure, but go down the “What’s Hot” and the majority of what you see is… crap. Shared by everyone.

I get followed by people. And I would love to return the favor and follow them, too, but I check out profiles and what they tend to share before I do. Almost all of them are just ‘resellers’ for the garbage that already gets passed around.

So, is there another ‘social networking’ site out there that actually concentrates on social networking, or are we stuck living in a time when all you do is pass around pictures? Frankly, if I could find another site that was kind of like Facebook and kind of like Google+, but didn’t have games and concentrated more on what people were doing I’d sign up in a heartbeat.

In my email, I was surprised to find my unasked for horoscope appearing again.

Woe betide anyone who wants to start something with you now — especially if it even remotely resembles a verbal battle. Each and every word you utter will be precise, meticulous and pretty darned intimidating.

So don’t give me any crap today or I’ll wound you with my carefully crafted sentences. Yeah.

Using the same email addresses since the dawn of the Internet means I tend to collect a lot of spam. Between the various services doing their own filtering and Thunderbird culling things out I tend to not see them unless I desire to do so. Every once in a while I do go through my spam folders just to make sure something is getting tossed in there that shouldn’t.

Lately I’ve been getting a few “dating” emails, which are really just porn things, I guess. I don’t click on the links or spend a lot of time trying to figure out what it really is. What I find unusual is that instead of garbled English they’re written quite clearly, but they still don’t make a lot of sense.

Several identical women with different names have sent me this line: “You can get my phone number there if you want to go on a date with me. Make sure you rent a room at a nice hotel with a queen-size bed! “

Why a queen-sized bed? I mean, I think I’d be pretty smart and not get a room with two twin beds, but why not go for a king-size bed? I think there are hotels that have  those. Would I really be clueless enough to get a room with two single beds, though? I don’t live in a 1950s sitcom. And besides that, if we were “dating” I think I’d have my own place to go to.

Even better than that, though, is this one: “I’m not too picky about guys so just message me and lets have some fun!”

That’s exactly what a fat, balding, glasses-wearing guy wants to hear. It’s nefarious. I think I should add that to my dating profiles. You: Must not be too picky about the guys you go out with.

Anyway. Today marks the first year anniversary of my dad’s passing away. So, forgive me if this weeks (which, now, is actually last week’s) is a bit down sounding. It’s just one of those days, you know?