|Some common phrases in the Matthews(er) household. (SO... maybe less than two years on that creole.)|
Both Jason & I are those weirdos who initially seem shy-- and then friends get to know us, and they're like, "How do you manage to keep all this crazy bottled up all the time?"
As for Jason? I DON'T KNOW. (& in the meantime, the crazy just brews itself stronger & stronger every day like those percolating coffee gizmos.)*
*(It leaks out in the form of that wild curly hair, I guess.)
As for me? I DON'T keep it it bottled up-- at least not within the endless, uninhibiting funpark called the 'internet.' Friend me on Facebook and I might just overwhelm you with my prolific thumbs-upping voracity.
But today? Today... I hit a desperate new low of social media overload.
I'm trained. They trained me.
I hit [SHIFT]+[ENTER] to start a new line in an email.
Remember when Facebook implemented this new commenting system? I didn't deal with it well at first:
|Oh, the futile irony of ranting about Facebook... on Facebook.|
The F-Book developers gave us a little grace period, when the [SHIFT]+[ENTER] instructions magically appeared below the comment form. And then, just as we were getting the hang of it, they disappeared.
I formed a far-fetched theory that I hoped would prove false. I logged onto Jason's semi-abandoned facebook account, and LO AND BEHOLD, the instructions were still there.
The F-Book was counting, on AN INDIVIDUAL BASIS, how many comments we left before they removed their little training-wheel instructions.
I'm tempted to go back to the sad little ghost town that is MySpace.
Just me & you, Tom.
Prepare yourself for the full brunt of the crazy.