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Social network may need net-full of social work

July 28, 2012

As one of the first of my friends and family to own and operate a computer, I swore I wouldn’t give in to using the vast window of knowledge as a lazy and unattached source of meager social communication.
When MySpace became The Latest, I felt posting one’s pictures and decorating their “space” to fit their style, send of humor, and mood was disgustingly self-serving, a tool for only the vain to use and then only those who had way too much time on their hands.

Aging? Not an option...

July 18, 2012

I understand that with the impending doom of global warming, economic recession and avian flu that looms ever over our heads and the other countries’ laughing at or terrorizing or poisoning us I should speak on matters more pressing than petty. But I am a woman — so please indulge the worries of my troubled mind.
While global turmoils rage on I am getting old. “They” tell us to “age gracefully” but I intend to go down, as with any battle, kicking and screaming.

I believe I can fly? ... NOT! by Angel Perkins

July 3, 2012

There is a song that claims the above title and when I used to hear it, I would change the station. It wasn’t really that I didn’t like the tune, but the words weren’t as inspiring to me as they were intended to be to the listener.
I’ve always been a firm believer that people weren’t meant to fly. If we had, we would have been born with wings. Since the only human things in history or legend with them were the angels and a couple mythical gods, and if, after many years or doing so, we haven’t yet begun to evolve as a species to even grow one feather, it wasn’t meant to be.

The great outdoors — expect the unexpected by Angel Perkins

June 26, 2012

Camping out, even with the finest in roughing-it luxuries and the latest in technology does not always mean things will run smoothly.
Generators will die; bulbs and fuses will burn out; someone will get sunburned (normally me) and knowledge moving through cyberspace from one place to another gets lost. No matter how much I open my mind, I cannot understand how a program can on one end, say it is there or that it was sent, and then on another, not be there or say it wasn’t received.

Elevating traumas may cause PTSD by Angel Perkins

June 21, 2012

Not to take a mental disorder caused by physical tragic events lightly (I actually suffered from it myself at one time) I just have to say I’m pretty sure that elevators and escalators are a cause for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Lessons learned, while on the Road by Angel Perkins

June 17, 2012

When you go on a road trip, you learn a lot of things. You learn more about your traveling companions even if they are family members or the closest friends. You learn what your vehicle is capable of, what routes are the fastest (contrary to Ms. GPS who apparently sometimes thinks it’s funny to lie) and you learn how long you can hold your bladder. If you’re like me, with the attention span of a hummingbird on Red Bull, you learn the hard way that you need to read more thoroughly.

On the road again...

June 7, 2012

On the road again ... just can’t wait to get on the road again.
What is it about a road trip that is so inviting? Nobody really enjoys sitting for long periods of time. Conversations taper off after about the first two hours. Roads inevitably will have construction going on, someone’s going to have to stop to use the restroom, and at least one driver is sure to make the traveler cringe or curse.

It’s just one of those days

May 30, 2012

Have you ever had one of those days when pretty much nothing goes well? I don’t mean the horrid-life-changing-tragedy type of days, but the kind that will stick with you and make you dread the decision you made earlier to get out of bed?

Fashion Police — Part 2

May 26, 2012

I wish I could do a spin-off of the Fashion Police show (on E) of my own using stylish authorities (albeit less snarky) to ticket people making fashion faux pas.

Fashion Police — Part 1

May 2, 2012

For those of you who don’t know, the fashion police are a fictitious group or fashion-conscious specialists whose only purpose is to assure that people aren’t walking along like Barbie dolls that one’s Little Brother dressed — and if they are, they correct them. While normally I can’t stand the shows on TV telling us what to or not to wear, I do believe someone should be able to call a foul when one is made.

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