Well, after a really great day of actually getting my job done, today I’ve managed to beg plead ask seek donations contributions and other support for my crowdsourcing project. Even a $1. Really! 
I’ve also reviewed the stroke chapter some more and keep cutting out more and revising. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. I hope I’m doing it right, because the deadline is creeping up like a cheap pair of drawers.
Oh, and I was so intent on doing that, I nearly missed my espresso break. And then the cats attacked me, because I almost missed lunch, because I was so busy begging and pleading seeking contributions.
Then, I had this whole notion about blogging about why Facebook sucks. Well, here are a few thoughts.
Facebook really is like high school. I think it’s a social medium best used for friends, family and people with common interests. But Facebook can get a bit overwhelming. Everyone posting this and that about what they’re doing and thinking all the time! For Pete’s sake!
Hey, it’s just an expression.
Well … let’s put it this way. I know someone who posted something on Facebook, then watched while other people got into a nearly endless argument over it. Then the person who posted it wrote, “Thanks, that was fun!”
This is a perfect example of the cosmos laughing at us.
That’s why the Dalai Lama laughs at the pizza joke.
These thoughts eventually led me to this conclusion.
Or, to quote myself:
Wars are among the worst kind of cosmic joke. That includes wars between nations, between companies, between people, between cultures, between religions, etc.
That’s why mediators are awesome, but in order for mediation to work, both parties have to agree to respect each other and the mediator.
That’s why you shouldn’t take yourself too seriously. You’ll never be satisfied if you do, because disputes really don’t matter that much. We’re all going to die in the end.
Take it from a happy fool, who laughed at herself when she tried to tear open a packet of sugar at Starbucks with one hand that’s barely functional and half the sugar spilled on the table. Instead of getting mad or frustrated, I thought, “I look like I’m doing the most retarded lamest Buster Keaton impression ever.” And I laughed at myself. #iamfoolish
This is also why litigation sucks. That’s why I had my fictional character make this motion.
Unfortunately, it was never properly filed. 
Nor does the attorney actually exist. This could have been a problem.
Happily, I can say that I have accomplished one mission! I think.
I’m sorry. I’ve got a gamey (sp?) hand, and I can’t go on, anymore!
And I still haven’t tried this condiment!
A few more links and I’ll quit:
More horrible news about Facebook.
Mitt Romney is amazing. And not in a good way.
Romney says remarks on voters help clarify position. Yeah, right.
Thanks, Newsweek, for this awesome new meme. #cynicalme
So … was Jesus married to a whore or what?
Media chiefs form venture to e-publish. Can you say, it’s on?
Finally, let’s wrap things up with the timeless and most awesome Jimi Hendrix from Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar!
Along with this great quote:
“I never said, ‘I want to be alone.’ I only said, ‘I want to be let alone!’ There is all the difference.”
Greta Garbo 18 September 1905 – 15 April 1990
That’s a great point. We all need be let alone. No one wants to be all alone, but it’s good to seek solitude, now and then.
UPDATE: It’s Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Why is the rum gone?
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