Thursday, April 07, 2011
Sometimes it Takes a Tribe.
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As you know, I'm extremely asocial (is that a word?) because of a long history of vilification by Tribe Stalkers (Yes, Virginia. Sometimes it Takes a Tribe). (Buzzing nicely on beer # ?!) But yesterday's inability to log in to Blogger, my only link to the 'outside world,' shook my asocialism to the point that I considered other modern means of communication. Really. My first thought was, Twitter. I'm not on Twitter. I can't use Twitter. Had I been a 'Twit' I could have tweeted something like, 'Blogger unavailable. Try again tomorrow.' I would rarely need Twitter. I'm now thinking that Twitter could be good 'insurance.' I will therefore become a Twit in the near future, but expect very, very few (if any) tweets from me. I also thought about stuff like Facebook. On Facebook you have 'friends.' But I can't use 'friends' either. I feel like the girl who said, as she gazed at the orange tennis ball in her hands, 'I can't use color.'
As you know, I'm extremely asocial (is that a word?) because of a long history of vilification by Tribe Stalkers (Yes, Virginia. Sometimes it Takes a Tribe). (Buzzing nicely on beer # ?!) But yesterday's inability to log in to Blogger, my only link to the 'outside world,' shook my asocialism to the point that I considered other modern means of communication. Really. My first thought was, Twitter. I'm not on Twitter. I can't use Twitter. Had I been a 'Twit' I could have tweeted something like, 'Blogger unavailable. Try again tomorrow.' I would rarely need Twitter. I'm now thinking that Twitter could be good 'insurance.' I will therefore become a Twit in the near future, but expect very, very few (if any) tweets from me. I also thought about stuff like Facebook. On Facebook you have 'friends.' But I can't use 'friends' either. I feel like the girl who said, as she gazed at the orange tennis ball in her hands, 'I can't use color.'
