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Writing a blog, where do I start, it appears that I have a phobia, no, maybe more a fear of all things internet postable. I don't have a Bebo, Myspace or Facebook account and I loathe posting on any kind of forum, even though this can be part of my job at times.
Recently in the office the words blog blog blog has been wielded like a lightsaber at a Star Wars convention. My boss being the decent skin that he is, could see the unease that would come over me when the word blog was mentioned in my presence and has kindly spared me the trauma by recently posting about our GUFRGHJFHKPT Luton trip. Luckily I have managed to duck, dive and dodge the blog bullet thus far, but realised that my time was running out, I have decided to jump before I was pushed, so here goes.
This whole social networking phenomenon is quite strange to me, I'm from the old school where this was carried out in the bricks & mortar world of a public house, a place where you tried to conceal your wrong doings and not post them on your own website with pictorial evidence. I can just imagine the reception I would receive if I arrived at my local for a refreshing beverage brandishing a nice shiny new digital camera to document the night's events and tomfoolery. It would be a swift trip to the nearest A&E to have said device removed from somewhere a camera should never go.
I prefer the method of enjoying one's drinks, letting the night's events unfold, and with a bit of luck enough pints will have been consumed to erase most of the attendees' memories; that way your antics are not remembered or at the very least soon forgotten. This method also avoids the unnecessary viewing of your deeds by family, friends, and future employers, not to mention looking foolish when captured doing something you shouldn't or something that is taken out of context, which leads me on to my next point.
I recently received a phone call from an old friend; she was terribly upset and embarrassed and proceeded to tell a tale of hanging out with the wrong crowd, social networkers. It appears she was invited out with here colleagues from work for drinks and a trip to a night club, like myself many of her colleagues were slightly younger than her and as it turns out she was among a group of these internet networkers armed with digital cameras and on the prowl!
After the night club it was back to a house party (as you do). At the party an impromptu rave erupted, during the dancing and leaping about several glasses were knocked from a counter and smashed on the floor. Like a good house guest my friend found a dust pan and brush and proceeded to clear up the glass when she was suddenly confronted by one of the dreaded camera carrying crew who unleashed a semi-automatic wave of picture taking. So now my poor friend is pictured on hands and knees with a dust pan and brush to a backdrop of a dance scene that would not be out of place at Ibiza's Manumission.
Needless to say this was immediately posted on the internet for all the world to view, so she has now gone from a nice person doing the right thing, clearing up broken glass, to a crazed old crone who would sooner sweep a floor than enjoy a party, and now has to suffer the hopefully not long lived jibes and jokes of her co-workers. Bebo, Facebook, blogs, and forums, love them or hate them, look as though they are here to stay, and this is what prompted me to write this post, to see if writing a small blog piece would be as terrifying as I imagined. If by some incredible chance this actually gets posted please leave a comment as it will help me decide if I should maybe try another post sometime or retreat from the keyboard for good.
Comments (2)
Well? When's the next post?