It’s been several weeks since my last blog confession. I just can’t seem to get my groove back.
As a newcomer to BlogSpot, I will be easing myself into my new, err, blog spot.
My usual haunts are mybook and facespace, but you won’t find Belle Towers listed there. I’m a little over the social networking sites. I just want to write.
I’m not convinced that being tracked down by 200 people with whom you had a vague coexistence with back when you thought skip-its were cool and played marbles for lunch money counts as ‘social networking’.
Nor does half your work place adding you as a friend mean that you are actually friends. There are several people I work with who I would gladly poke in the eye with a hot knitting needle coated in citric acid.
It does however prove that I make an impression.
And I don’t mean the sort of impression that sitting on a sofa with my nice round derrière leaves.
So then there was BlogSpot, a not-so-social networking site (tell that my internet security here at work “WARNING – QUOTA TIME REQUIED – SOCIAL NETWORKING SITS ARE RESTRICTED”… whatever, looser. Just because you don’t have a cyber life you have to ruin it for the rest of us).
Anyhoo
I found blog spot through a friend. She too appears to be a rather prolific blogger here. She’s one of my dearest friends, though I think I’ve spoken to her on the phone maybe twice. I’m very proud of her, she seems to have come a long way in the short 13 years I’ve known her, as have her children.
We met many moons ago in an online chat room, and surrogate mother-daughter relationship was forged in the fiery depths of cyber-chat hell. There were tears and tantrums, support and encouragement, the occasional match-making (don’t think I didn’t notice) and of course, the sounding board for all things potentially harmful to our health, like men.
But that’s a whole other blog.
Here I think I’ll enjoy being me.
As a newcomer to BlogSpot, I will be easing myself into my new, err, blog spot.
My usual haunts are mybook and facespace, but you won’t find Belle Towers listed there. I’m a little over the social networking sites. I just want to write.
I’m not convinced that being tracked down by 200 people with whom you had a vague coexistence with back when you thought skip-its were cool and played marbles for lunch money counts as ‘social networking’.
Nor does half your work place adding you as a friend mean that you are actually friends. There are several people I work with who I would gladly poke in the eye with a hot knitting needle coated in citric acid.
It does however prove that I make an impression.
And I don’t mean the sort of impression that sitting on a sofa with my nice round derrière leaves.
So then there was BlogSpot, a not-so-social networking site (tell that my internet security here at work “WARNING – QUOTA TIME REQUIED – SOCIAL NETWORKING SITS ARE RESTRICTED”… whatever, looser. Just because you don’t have a cyber life you have to ruin it for the rest of us).
Anyhoo
I found blog spot through a friend. She too appears to be a rather prolific blogger here. She’s one of my dearest friends, though I think I’ve spoken to her on the phone maybe twice. I’m very proud of her, she seems to have come a long way in the short 13 years I’ve known her, as have her children.
We met many moons ago in an online chat room, and surrogate mother-daughter relationship was forged in the fiery depths of cyber-chat hell. There were tears and tantrums, support and encouragement, the occasional match-making (don’t think I didn’t notice) and of course, the sounding board for all things potentially harmful to our health, like men.
But that’s a whole other blog.
Here I think I’ll enjoy being me.
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