He threw me a bone today.

I've mentioned before that Chris, my husband, is a marketing guy and has a blog... that I skim.  He continues to supportively proofread my posts or listen to my ideas, and I continue to leave raunchy comments on his blog that he moderates and does not post.  It works for us.

Chris had planned to post something that he found on Where's My Jetpack? and decided maybe it wasn't the right tone for his demographic.  I disagreed but asked if I could use it.

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For the record, my current feelings about the popular forms of Social Media are:

Blogging - I'm enjoying it, but struggle with not letting it become too much of a distraction from other priorities.  I haven't been able to reconcile the narcissistic feelings that accompany blogging.  I just try to avoid the "I love me" posts.

Facebook - I'm not doing it right.  I lurk a bit, but I don't post my status.  I feel greasy after I've been on Facebook and find myself washing my hands and wanting a shower.  I'm trying to participate more in the Facebook space.  Kyran of Notes to Self nails it here.

Twitter - No can do.  I'm distracted enough by this stuff.  I've occasionally looked at someone's Twitter string.  Gives me vertigo.  I can't play video games either.  Not judging those who Twitter - I'm just not that talented.

Here's one more Where's My Jetpack? goof...

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