Tuesday, May 19, 2009

You got to blame it on something...

Yes indeed, folks, it's that time of year again. Time for a post from yours truly thanks to my sibling counterpart. She metaphorically twisted my literal arm.

I'm just so out of it in so many ways these days. What with all the facebooking/twittering/blogging/whatnotting going on, I just can't keep up with you people. Seriously, where do y'all find the time?

I was so with it back in the day, back in 1995...man, I was cutting edge! I had an email pen-pal from Finland back before most people knew what email was. Back when it was spelled with a dash between the e and the m. Hubby and I met online that summer--this was in the early days of internet chat rooms, the days of dial-up and Prodigy (remember Prodigy?) and AOL was in its hideous infancy. There was no YouTube, no Google, no 4Chan, no Craigslist, no eHarmony...you get the picture. I was a freaking pioneer of the Internets! I damn near invented them! Or not.

Anyways...so what happened??? How did I get so far behind? I could blame the chillin's, they do suck up the majority of my spare time at the moment, but it's really not all their fault. It's not you guys, dear readers--you guys are great, really. I have to say I think I'm just getting internet-weary. Or lazy. Ok, both. It's all I can do just to keep up with commenting on this blog, which I think you'll all agree is the cream of the blog crop.

Long story short (or longer), I guess you shouldn't expect another post from me till next year when my sister threatens me with a metaphorical indian rug burn.

10 keep(s) me blogging:

The Future said...

I'd say welcome back but you're not really, are you?

Rachel said...

Man I wish I could be there to see you guys fighting and injuring each other. I have fond memories of the times my own sister and I kicked each other's arses. She was fives years older than me and bigger and stronger, so guess who usually lost and who got yelled at by Mom. Ha! Good times, good times.

Robert the Skeptic said...

I was on the Internet back when it was text, and I mean TEXT only. Connecting with a 2400 baud modem through the phone line. Back there there were only BBSs (Bulletin Board Systems) to communicate with. There was e-mail; Spam hadn't been invented yet.

Today my wife manages my Facebook page for me, I ignore requests from Plaxo and I don't see the point of Twitter at all! I have never used IM... why would I want someone interrupting me in the middle of my single-tasking??

Now I am getting Text Messages on my PHONE!!! I have reached my technological limit. I love my garage door opener because it does only ONE thing... but it does it very well.

kara said...

OR a literal indian rug burn...which you might get anyways 'cause it's the next thing i'm going to teach your son now that i've taught him how to spank people with a broom.

Gorilla Bananas said...

Ah, so you've already started reminiscing, Waif, which is a sign you're developing into a Mother Goose persona. Next time, tell us stories about Kara falling on her butt when she was a toddler.

Orhan Kahn said...

4chan... really? And here I was thinking ya'll had some class.

Tits or GTFO? No, just GTFO!

AxAtlas said...

I recall a Silver Spoons episode where Rick met a girl online (1986?) via a chat room. He probably used Prodigy.
Also, before Google, I swore by AltaVista.

theWaif said...

Future: Possibly maybe.

Rachel: Whenever we fight, it's always over something extremely important, like a hairbrush.

Lobart: You deserve 100% of the credit for my computer/internet savvy back in the roaring '90's, or whatever they refer to that decade as now (the hammer pants '90's?).

Sibling: He's been asking for "bankings" incessantly now. Thanks for that.

Goranas: Oddly enough, she seemed to favor falling on her head more so than her posterior.

OK: It wasn't meant to be a list of sites I favored, just some that are infamous on the internets today. Not a 4chan fan, myself, though that's not to say I have class either.

Ax: I think you're confusing Silver Spoons with Small Wonder. Everyone knows the Internet started as a young female robot with a penchant for wearing red and white smocked dresses and picking up objects much larger than herself.

Orhan Kahn said...

LOL, well played :)

Twinkie said...

It's information overload. You probably follow too many twitter and blog accounts. Tone it down so you have time to post for US. Oops I mean for yourself. NO, actually? I mean US.