I have a blogging injury. My trackball* finger really hurts. Do you know what that is, a trackball? It’s that little, red, button doohickey on your laptop keyboard that functions as a mouse. In all honesty, I think my injury is more of a Twitter injury, but for me Twitter and blogging are like M&M’s and PMS. They go together.
If you see a lot of typos, or if it takes me a long time to respond, it’s because I’m trackballing with my middle finger. I am a lady, and that middle finger is not often utilized, so it is weak.
The above information is related to nothing. I just wanted you to know. Here’s the real scoop…
This is my second post in one day – kind of a blogging don’t. Oh well. I just wanted to point out a fun, new feature on Wonder, Friend:
The blog is on Facebook now. This is huge, people. Huge. (For me, at least.)
My personal Facebook page goes neglected for weeks at a time. Prepare for gross generalizations in 3…2…1 – Facebook has become a place where I end up rolling my eyes at the bizarre things people feel the need to post as status updates. It has become a place where people beg for validation, rather than share real information.
There is some genuinely great stuff to be found on Facebook. I do visit my personal page, especially to do things like wish my friends happy birthday. The birthday reminder is probably my favorite Facebook feature. And I really like to hear what people are up to when, in fact, there’s a legitimate update. Frequently, however, I find Facebook creepy. Some for examples of not creepy vs. ewww…
Example A: “I’m pregnant!”
Yay, that’s very exciting news. I’m glad to know it!
Example B: “I think my husband is cheating with that skank and I know in my heart I’m better than her. She needs to back off my man.”
Um, I haven’t seen you since 1992 and that information makes me uncomfortable.
Recently, however, I discovered that there’s a lot more to Facebook than inappropriate status updates. It’s great fun to connect with people, like other bloggers and social media addicts, via Facebook. Like Twitter, I can get updates from my friends at all of my favorite blogs, TV shows, restaurants, stores and more. (I know the people at TV shows, etc. are not actually my friends, but I’ve said this before: let me have my delusions.) Another Facebook bonus? I can chat with people using more than 140 characters. Sometimes you just need more characters.
I am having a ball with all 26 of my fans. If you want to hang out with us, click on that shiny, blue “F” up in the right hand corner. Or you can just click here.
Thanks for reading twice in one day!
*My tech support (with whom I’m no longer sleeping because he had the nerve to correct me), tells me this is a trackpad, not trackball. Hmph.
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I’m glad you’re having fun with it! This was a great idea for a post!
you r correct. It is hard to use your middle finger on the track ball…but even harder trying 2 type w/ the fingers tht… don’t have potato chip grease on them!
My shoulder hurts from blogging. The first time that happened to me I didn’t want to admit it to anyone. Now it’s like that old pro injury that tells me when it’s going to rain. Or I’m going to write a really really horrible post.
@Alex@LateEnough, So nice to know I’m not the only blogalete (bloglete?) out there. You’ll have to let me know if your should ever hurts when reading one of my posts – I’ll know to take down the post immediately.
I think my injuries are limited to sore hands. And a sore tummy. But that could also be from consuming too much chocolate while typing.
@Amber, I kind of lost my way in a bag of pretzel m&m’s the other day. I know what you mean about the tummy!