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A Crumbling Internet

If the internet crashes in the woods, does it make a sound?

The internet, as of late, has been bringing me down.  Perhaps it has been a slow build, piling brick upon brick of negativity and political correctness.  Perhaps it has only happened recently and the internet has evolved into this beast of a thing that is exploding into a forum in which everyone is offended by every little thing.  Maybe, just maybe, it has been here the entire time.  An open ended platform in which every person is entitled to their own opinion.

In expressing my opinion here in blog form, I am part of the masses.  I can see that.  In that regard, I use this blog mostly as a platform to promote my writing and to satirize  what is going on this world.  On occasion I'll sprinkle in a post with my opinion or it will naturally seep in within a post.  It is my attempt to voice them in a non-hateful or non-spiteful way.  It's who I am.  People might see it in a different way.  That's fine.  People of the …

Mr. Robin Williams

Dear Mr. Williams,

Thank you.  Thank you for inspiring me.  Thank you for making me laugh.  Thank you for the tears. I did not know you personally but you've been in my home for years.  Your work in Aladdin, Fern Gully, and Mork and Mindy enlightened me as a child.  Just as Dead Poets Society and Good Will Hunting moved me as an adult.  You embraced life, as seen by me on the small screen or the big screen (or occasionally print), with a boundless energy.  For that, the world thanks you.  I thank you.  Words cannot say enough at this time. Or perhaps ever.  I sincerely hope you found your peace.  I will leave you with this.  It is the Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi.

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O divine master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console

Pound Sign

The pound sign is popular again.  It's not just a button on the phone to press after you've entered your password for your voice mail.  Twitter started it and now it's slowly made it's way over to Facebook.  One follows every sentence or statement with the aforementioned "Pound Sign".  For argument's sake, here it is: #.
Wait.  You're telling me that's called a hashtag?  The lady on my voice mail does not say "Please enter your password followed by the hashtag."  Maybe I should write a letter to the phone companies and ask them to change their automated voice recording.  It would really clear things up for me.
Okay, I've used the hashtag plenty of times on Twitter and perhaps once or twice on Facebook.  For the most part, I use the hashtag when I'm discussing something that's trending on Twitter.  I do this in hopes of simply getting my tweet noticed.  It's that simple.  Nothing more or nothing less.  Okay, maybe I also …