I was laying in bed last night, listening to the various fireworks shows going on up and down the street from my house (and trying to keep my elderly cat, Sera, from clawing my face off from fright – she didn’t enjoy all the boom-boom’s outside), I was thinking about all of those “where do we go from here” scenarios. I’ve been at this blogging thing for over two years now, and after 700 posts, I wonder, WTF?
With all of the Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, Flickr, Vimeo, YouTube, etc., my head is still spinning. My training for it all has to have been trying to pay attention to the Feline herd that roams the plains of my townhome’s three floors. My crazy 8 as my lovely wife and I call them, have provided us with infinite comedic moments, several scary episodes, some tragedies and enormous joy. If my cats have done nothing else for me, to quote one of my all-time favorite movies, THE ADVENTURES OF FORD FAIRLAINE, they are “an island of reality in an ocean of diarrhea.”
Spinning plates, my wife calls it, when more than two demand attention, and I find myself petting one with the left hand, one with the right hand, and more-or-less, gently headbutting whichever one wanders into the middle of this silliness. In the mornings, I placate them with the leftover milk from my cereal bowl, and always I am stopping in my tracks to tell them they’re silly/handsome/pretty/sweet/my baby. I know, a grown man copping to all this sickly-sweet mollification must seem nauseating, but I am a huge softy when it comes to animals. BIG TIME softy. Besides, they expect it. You never know when they are going to rock your world by you coming home one day, finding them sitting on the couch, remote in paw, with a bottle of wine, and 10 empty cans of tuna underfoot, looking perturbed at you, and saying, “where the fuck have you been?”
So each day, for the last couple of years, thanks to good friends and technophiles Dale and Michelle, I have been apeshit for social media. The virus spread to the store, which now sports its own Facebook and Twitter pages. It’s funny. Now when you watch commercials for everything from restaurants to bathroom cleaners, they say they’re on Facebook and/or Twitter. Social media seems highly contagious. If only my Dad could experience all of this.
I can remember when I was a sophomore in High School (back in 1983) you were just starting to here about smaller computers, and my dad would bring one from work to do projects at home. It was about the size of a small wine fridge, and weighed about as much. You used floppy discs, MS-DOS programming, and the screens had that day-glo orange tint to it that reminds you of staring into a bowl full of Mr. Clean® Orange. I used to play this computer role-playing game on it that wasn’t completely finished so it would stick in the middle of the adventure, which totally sucked. We’ve come a long way from floppy discs in really, a very short time.
Cats, social media, Andrew Dice Clay, high school reminiscing – all this ranting really does mean Monday, I guess.
Where was I? Oh yeah, social media… I am wondering if it is really all worth it sometimes, because the goal of all of this is to keep folks informed of all the crazy things that go on in this business, yet at least in my case, I find myself stuck during all the slow times – those times when nothing new is coming in, there are no allocations, there is nothing new in the way of wine news, and I can only talk to folks so much about this wine or that.
Times like these, I need to go home, through some bacon-wrapped meat of some kind on the grill, and crack open an ice cold beer.