March 31, 2009

Hello Again

I feel as though I have neglected this blog since starting One Remarkable Year. Here's my own ORY project.

Anyhow... onto more pressing matters.

I've come to a point in my life where my IRL life and URL life are mixing into this unfamiliar, uncomfortable concoction. My URL life started off with Youtube and then spread from there up until this point where I have signed up to almost all the social networking websites you can imagine. In my repertoire there is: Youtube, Blogtv, Dailybooth, Favtape, Iminlikewithyou, Tokbox, Twitter, Skype, not to mention Facebook, Bebo, Myspace, Blogspot, MSN Messenger which I had beforehand.
Does anyone remember HiFive, that annoyingly simple networking site which was replaced by Bebo eons ago? Yeah. I had that too.

The point of all this is that I have been utterly dragged in by this whole social networking storm that has utterly overthrown the internet as a tool for education and replaced it with a frenzy of commenting people's profiles and finding a way to combat the spam which eventually infiltrates each website.

I have some friends that I've made through the interwebz but I'm not tight with them as my IRL mates. I just seem to be a bit on the edge of things with them. It would be cool to be more involved but I'm cool with it.

It's kind of weird that now some of my IRL friends are getting Twitter and blogs though, or at least following mine. It's sweet. It's just weird.
Katiedid536 used to be an alias for my internet persona. I could say whatever and no one who actually knew me would find out. Not that I ever utilised this freedom, but it was felt nonetheless.

I'm coming to terms with having my 'actual' friends see how much of an absolute geek I am. In a way I think it's cool. Maybe. It's definitely fun and I hope some of them come to see that and start to branch out a little further than Facebook.

In other news, my brother has been told to practise these tongue twisters to improve his diction for the production he's in.

I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son. I'll be plucking pheasants till the pheasant plucking's done.

Mrs Rumble Bumble has a rough cut punt, not a punt cut rough, but a rough cut punt.

Say them really fast out loud in front of your grandma. I dare ya.

1 comment:

Dylan said...

These tongue twisters could go very wrong... Oh dear.

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