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One-Liner Wednesday – Cell Loss

I feel like for almost every post I see on Facebook, I lose a brain cell.

In other news, did you know that if you hit the “J” key on your keyboard it scrolls down your Facebook (and Tumblr) newsfeed, and that “K” scrolls up?

Let’s lose those brain cells at an accelerated rate together, shall we?


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Is anyone here on Facebook?

Something has been bugging me for the past week. Actually, Facebook has been bugging me for the past week, telling me how close I am to having 500 followers on my author page. Because for a week now, my followers have equaled 499. I’m so close!

So if you have a Facebook profile and you haven’t already “liked” my page, put me out of my misery, would you? As well as links to all my blog posts, you’ll find the occasional funny or inspirational post, and once in a while, posts to support other authors.

And virtual cookies for everyone!

https://www.facebook.com/lindaghill.fiction/

 


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Good Riddance

Yes, I’m posting my illegal A to Z Challenge “G” post a day late, and on Sunday, which is supposed to be a day off. If this were baseball, it would either be a triple play or a strike out. Since it’s all contraband posting, my guess is a strike out. But I’m doing it anyway, so that’s four strikes. I’m definitely going to blogger hell.

Anyway, I’d better make this good.

My first online deed this morning was to post something like this on Facebook (“something” meaning I wish I’d made it pretty):

Text reads: Fun game: 1. Make a list of all the things you don’t have time to do in a day. 2. Open the stopwatch on your phone and start it every time you go on Facebook. START NOW

My following Facebook post was something to the effect of “I’m leaving Facebook for a week. Just so you know I’m not ignoring you. Cheers!”

In other words, I’m skipping the “Fun game” and going straight for the stuff I don’t have time for. Feel free to share.

And good riddance, Facebook!


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206. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

Note: Strong language

Sunday, March 25th, 10:00am
Justin (and Maribel)

 

Justin sits at the window. Maribel takes the seat beside him.

Maribel: Hi.

Justin: Hello. Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?

Maribel: That’s what I thought.

Justin: Really?

Maribel: Yeah. You follow Karla on Facebook.

Justin: I don’t even know a Karla.

Maribel: Sure you do. She showed me your picture.

Justin: Errr …

Maribel: She told me you assaulted her on the bus.

Justin: No way! I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Maribel: Then how come you said you thought you knew me from somewhere?

Justin: I didn’t say that.

Maribel: Yes you did.

Justin: No, I said I thought I knew someone who looks like you.

Maribel: No you didn’t.

Justin: Look, lady, I don’t know where you get off accusing me of shit I didn’t do. I think you should go sit somewhere else.

Maribel takes out her cell phone and holds it up.

Justin: What are you doing?

Maribel: Nothing.

Justin: Did you take my picture?

Maribel: No. I’m moving now. Bye.

Maribel changes seats. Justin gets off the bus.

 

Next stop: Monday, March 26th, 6:00pm

Click here to learn all about this series, how it works, and where to find your favourite characters.


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One-Liner Wednesday – A Hostage Situation

Does everyone have that one Facebook friend who, every time she has her picture taken with another person, they have look on their face like she’s taking them hostage? Or am I the only one with scary friends?

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Unlike SoCS, this is not a prompt so there’s no need to stick to the same “theme.”

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1. Make it one sentence.

2. Try to make it either funny or inspirational.

3. Use our unique tag #1linerWeds.

4. Add our very cool badge to your post for extra exposure!

5. Have fun!

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Stepping Back

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I’m tired. Not just from lack of sleep (though there is that) but because of the news. I’ve never paid much attention to what goes on in the USA except for the past few months. It is, of course, due to the Great Orange Threat. I find myself obsessed not only with what it spews but the reactions to what it spews as well, until I find myself mired in so much rhetoric that it leaves me distracted, miserable, and unable to create. A death knoll for someone like me.

My enabler is Facebook, that bottomless pit of drive-thru opinions and baseless regurgitation we all know and despise. So I’ve decided to walk away from it for a while. My posts from WordPress will continue to automatically post to my author page, but I won’t be around to comment. I’m giving it a week, if I’m strong enough. I’ll try to finish as many of the Scrabble games that I have going tonight, and that’ll be it. I’m pulling the plug.

It will be an experiment. To see how much more I get done; to spend the time I would have wasted scanning my newsfeed to write, edit, read books, read blogs, play with my family, exercise, and spend time in the place where I took the picture above. As I sat there this morning, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much we take for granted. That there will always be places like this. There won’t, unless we start doing something about changing our attitudes and caring about everyone and everything. Without exception.

I need to step back from the rhetoric and find out how I can make a difference, no matter how small. Do you know the definition of the word “rhetoric”? It is the art of effective or persuasive speaking or writing ~ Google. I find it necessary to stop listening to all the voices telling me how to go about doing what’s best for me. And especially, I have to stop watching what I have no power to control. I realize I must decide what is best for me, for my family, for the city I live in, for my country, and for my planet all by myself. Only then can I act. Facebook, for me, has become a means to pointless, futile worry. We’ll see what a week teaches me. Will it kill me? I’ll get back to you on it.


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The Social Repercussions of Writing vs Speaking

It started with an appointment. My son’s behavioral specialist was to go his school to talk to the teacher to observe him on Tuesday, and then come to see me today. On Tuesday afternoon I received a note from the teacher to say the specialist had canceled due to the flu. I, therefore, assumed she wouldn’t be coming here either. Sure enough, I received a phone call this morning from the behavioral specialist’s office. What happened during that phone call is what’s has me… worried? I wouldn’t go that far: thoughtful, perhaps, ever since.

The nice lady who called me only wanted to let me know my appointment was canceled and would be rescheduled. In order to seem, I don’t know, friendly, or sociable, I felt the need to explain that I already knew the behavioral specialist was sick, since she’d canceled Tuesday’s appointment. But even while I was explaining this, my inner editor was screaming at me, “This is not important to the plot! She doesn’t need to know! She’s probably got a dozen more phone calls to make – let her go!” It’s this conciseness with which I feel the need to write, that makes me wonder what it’s doing to me socially.

And isn’t that true for all of us, to some degree? Whether we’re trying to take shortcuts in speech (how many times have you heard someone utter “lol” out loud? Do you do it?) or cutting ourselves short, as I feel I should have done this morning, it has to be affecting the way we socialize. Writing has become the norm, and speech secondary. We spent far fewer hours with pen and keyboard even twenty years ago, unless it was part of our job, versus talking on the phone or in person. Now our lives are largely lived with the written word.

Writing has always been, in a practical way, different from speech. Drafting a formal letter, whether the recipient is a business associate or a lover, is done with care. Choosing the right words is essential to get the point across. With this in mind, are we bloggers actually better at speaking? Has the practice of finding the correct way to say things, and the editing that goes into many of our posts, improved our skills of communication across the board? And have Facebook and Twitter minimalized our speech to the bare necessities?

I have to wonder how we are evolving. And really, that’s what it is. An evolution of mankind who, at one time walked miles to convey a message, now looks no further than his pocket. We’re not quite to the point that our hands get more use than our tongues, but will we, one day, end up with wrists that bend in odd ways, and mouths that are used only to consume food? But I’m getting ahead of myself (and everyone else).

How we socialize with one another–how we communicate–cannot not be affected by what we spend three quarters of our time doing in order to communicate. Small talk is how we connect with one another. It’s how we discover our shared sentiments. It’s what we do on Facebook and Twitter, but without the human interaction–or at the very least it’s human interaction with a machine as a buffer. Will there come a day when we save our small talk only for such situations as taking pictures of our food on social media, and keep our direct interaction as a form of necessity? I think you really have only to look around a restaurant, or peer into people’s kitchens at dinner time these days for the answer.