- So… Attack The Block was awesome, and when it is released, everyone should see it. #truth #
- And now, we wait… #
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Everyone has opinions on stuff. Â It is pretty much the basis of all blogging. Â I use mine to post my opinions on game design, movies, music, TV and other random stuff. Â As of this week, however, I’m not putting some of my opinions somewhere more visible.
Over the last couple years, I’ve gotten a lot of free passes to movie screenings from them, and I’ve enjoyed participating in their message boards and reading their site. Â So when I saw a call for writers I decided to give it a shot. Â At this point, I’ve only posted one assigned review for Bias, the debut album of Bodyface, and I’ve got another review on the way for next week.
I’ll try to remember to cross post (at least by way of linking) but sometimes may forget. Â At the very least, you’ll see them in the weekly tweet posts on Sundays.
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My birthday has come and gone. Â One thing that was very different this year over previous years is that my wall on Facebook wasn’t filled with well wishes. Â This was a little sad… and yet, entirely expected. Â More than a few people have made mention about not being able to write on my wall there, so I decided that I’d blog about it.
At first, the wall seems like a good idea. Â Given the origins of Facebook, the wall is pretty much the chalkboard/whiteboard/corkboard on your dorm door. Â People can drop by and, if you aren’t there, leave you a note. Â As with many things, this also fits with Facebook’s “everything is public” mentality that those of us who don’t feel that way fight and force them to keep their privacy settings useful. Â (If Facebook and Zuckerberg had their way, nothing would be private.) Â Most of the things that used to appear on my wall were fine. Â Birthday well wishes, holiday cheer, the occasional photo or video. Â But every once in a while, something I would prefer to be a private message would show up there. Â Thankfully in my case it was never anything bad, but we’ll come back to this.
Another problem (in my opinion) with the wall is that they opened it up for applications. Â At the beginning, games would spam your news feed. Â “Jason has a new cow in Farmville! Â Click here to get a free cow too!” Â All in an attempt to get your friends to all play. Â But now you also get “Jason has given you a roofing nail in Farmville! Â Click here to collect it!” written on your wall. Â Seeing as how I don’t like very many of those games, disabling the wall stopped a bunch of those without me having to block the applications.
Anyway… back to the inappropriate comments. Â The main issue with the wall is that it is (mostly) public. Â If you allow people to post on your wall, your visibility options are: Everyone, Friends of Friends, Friends Only, and Custom. Â Now, under Custom it allows you to block certain people or only allow trusted people, but it is a pain to do and doesn’t really solve the issue. Â (Choosing “Only Me” is effectively the same as turning off the Wall.) Â The majority of people never look at their security settings (and Facebook is counting on that). Â Instead, most people think the wall is like sending a personal message. Â The result is that over the years I’ve seen a number of things posted on walls that should be in private messages, or at least restricted to Friends Only. Â Phone numbers, addresses, social security numbers, test results (yes, those kinds of tests), family secrets, and so on. Â Sometimes I think about when people have bluetooth headsets for their cell phones. Â They seem to forget that now that they aren’t hunched over their phone and talking into it, they are now projecting and everyone within twenty feet can hear that they are frustrated about not getting laid in the last eight months, and that since they haven’t been laid they don’t know why they have itching and burning in their crotch. Â The wall on Facebook is like that.
So, back when I was running through all my security settings a few months ago, I decided to just go ahead and turn the wall off. Â Don’t need it. Â If you have something to say to me you can either send me a private message, or you can post it in your news feed and dedicate it to me. Â I’d recommend the private message. Â Sure, I’m ruining the social network aspects, the viral nature, of Facebook. Â I don’t care.
So, another year ends.
In 2001 I had a pretty horrible year. I got caught in the downturn of the economy for IT professionals and what should have been 1 or 2 weeks between jobs turned into 5 months. Then some shitheads flew a couple of planes into the World Trade Center, and what should have been 5 months turned into 8. I actually had 3 interviews lined up for the few days after 9/11, but by 9/12 every one of them closed their doors in a hiring freeze. I think the tragedy of 9/11 is exactly that. It was the worst single day in the lives of lots of people, but more than 2 years away from the shock and awe of that event, I mostly only recall that it extended my unemployment for 3 months, and added in excess of two thousand dollars to my already mountainous pile of debt.
In all honestly, when 2002 rolled around, I figured that I had just survived the worst year of my life. And as 2002 progressed, I felt that was accurate… until December 31st, 2002. That was the day my mother called me to let me know that she had cancer.
2003, as it turns out, would wind up dwarfing 2001 in personal pain and hardship. From day 1 life started to spiral downward as my mother started her chemo treatments. In February, we found out that the cancer was terminal, but that she had 2 years or more left because she was responding well to the treatment. In March, due to complications of a prior surgery, chemo had to be stopped and my mother entered the hospital. On March 17th, my mother came home from the hospital. Because the treatments had been stopped, and because of the prior surgery, the cancer had spread quickly. On March 26th, my mother passed away.
The rest of the year followed as many might expect. My mother was very important to me, and the loss of her darkened everything. Everyone in my family had to go through their first birthday without her around… first Halloween, first Thanksgiving, and first Christmas. 9 months later and everyone in my family is outwardly okay, but I know for myself that inside it still hurts.
So what does 2004 promise to bring?
More of the same unfortunately… Everyone keeps telling me it will get easier, but so far, the only person I believe is the one who said, “My father has been dead for 13 years, and it still hurts.” Hopefully though, there will be more to this year, and in some ways, after even only 2 days into it, there already is as I’ve been (sort of) given a promotion at work. No extra pay, but more responsibility. We’ll have to wait and see how that all works out…
2004… one day at a time…
To each and every one of you…
I hope something scares the living shit out you.
Everyone should have it done to them now and then, it helps you keep perspective…
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Enjoy.
Moments of Personal Shame.
Everyone has them, even if you don’t know what they are.
It’s those moments where you are deeply embarrassed, and even though no one saw it and no one will know, you still somehow feel ashamed.
Let me give you a quick example. One day at work I was feeling uncomfortable, couldn’t figure out why. Just kept shifting in my chair, getting up and walking around, fidgeting. When I got home that evening, changing out of my work clothes I looked down and saw that I had put my boxer shorts on backwards. So I stood there looking down at the tag sticking up out of the front of my shorts, embarrassed.
That is a moment of personal shame.
Now to the meat, and another moment of personal shame.
Last night, a Thursday, I went out for the usual evening: to Rio Bravo for drinks and food before something else (if something else happens). And so I’m there, I have a couple of beers and a couple of shots. I’ll admit it, I got drunk. But an hour of not drinking and a glass or two of water and I felt fine.
So I’m in the car heading home, totally okay. Until the last drink I had, a shot – an Oatmeal Cookie to be exact, just must have hit some particularly sensitive spot of my gullet. I quickly pull off the highway and into an office park, but I don’t get the door open, and… yep, you guessed it, puked in the car. On the window and door.
Well, I open the door and most everything spills onto the ground, and a quick wipe down with a few tissues cleans up most of the mess. This is not the moment of personal shame.
I drive the rest of the way home, put my clothes in a plastic bag for washing tonight, get a shower, drink a couple glasses of water, take an aspirin and hit the sack.
This morning, I get up (late) and get ready for work. I head out to the car. Mine is the only car in the parking lot, everyone else is already gone to work. I open the car door, and look at the mess. But it really isn’t too bad. I head back in, get some paper towels, cup of water and the air freshener. A few minutes later and its all clean. Still smells a little, but that’ll go in a day or two. This is not the moment of personal shame.
I head to work. Stopping at the gas station for gas, I get a carwash, and about a dozen of those little green trees for the car. All signs of the incident appear to be gone, or going. I get to work and as I get out of the car I see, just under the edge of the seat, a small spot that I missed. This is it.
I cleaned everything up, and if I didn’t write this page, no one would have ever known about this. But seeing that small spot on the floor board, I felt it. Embarrassed. A Moment of Personal Shame.
So now I have given you two of my moments, and believe me, this is only the tip of the iceberg. But personal shame can be a good thing, you can learn alot. I always double check my underwear when I put it on, and I won’t be drinking Oatmeal Cookies anymore.
Have a good day. And don’t laugh at me too hard. 🙂