Archive for the ‘Humor’ Category

2/24/13 – 3/2/13: Vacation from Facebook
February 26, 2013

You may or may not be aware that in addition to my community page which I use to promote my books, I also have a personal facebook page for family and friends. I have 71 friends consisting of family members (that I can get along with, lol), internet friends (mostly living overseas), some people from high school and some of my best friends that I met through college.

After watching the documentary “Disconnected” I was slightly moved by the idea. Three students, two men and one woman, decided to go for three weeks without using any computers. Not just their personal computers, but computers at the college campus, library computers, computers at their job for their time-cards, and one of the guys even shut off his cell phone.

During the first week they were pretty light-hearted about it. One guy got really skilled at ping-pong, they all got really good at Pac-Man, and the woman started doing her homework! Over time though, they all became extremely frustrated by their inability to use an electronic typewriter (It actually annoys me when people from my generation cannot use a typewriter. It’s easier than a computer, trust me).

This got me thinking. I like facebook too much. I spend too much time on there and 90% of what I post is never liked or commented on. I usually spend most of my time commenting and liking what my friends and various pages have posted. Sometimes what I see on facebook makes it onto my wordpress blog, which is then posted to my facebook wall. So that is like doubling back or something…

That means that since I did not change the settings which connect my wordpress blog to facebook, that this blog post will go up on my wall. I can’t fix it now because that would mean using facebook. So I can either not write this which will drive me insane because I have to write my thoughts in whatever context I feel they are appropriate for. Or I can go on facebook and cheat and give up and if you know me you know I like a challenge.

What really made me do this though, aside from the documentary and the need to chill out from facebook for a bit, is the fact that my friend Eric got mad at me because I misinterpreted something he wrote. I really thought something was wrong and it turned out he was just dorking out about some song lyrics. Prior to that my friend Chris (notice how only the guys get annoyed with me…) issued me a “quota” because of the number of likes and comments I gave his pictures from a trip he had taken. Now, most people would be like, “But that is what facebook is for!” Okay, well, look at this from his perspective:

Alexandra Nofi liked…

Alexandra Nofi liked…

Alexandra Nofi commented…

Alexandra Nofi commented…

Alexandra Nofi liked…

Alexandra Nofi commented…

That’s annoying. Not to me but to some people that is annoying. With some of my friends, who live overseas, commenting a lot makes sense. But why start a facebook conversation with Chris when I can oh I dunno, have a normal FACE TO FACE conversation? Ya know, normal human interaction! The same goes for Eric, he lives in the same city as me and he’s only a bus ride away. I have his phone number. I know I am welcome at his apartment so there is NO reason why we can’t hang out with each other. Basically, when it comes to facebook, I am really fucking obnoxious. Really. (I’m not a person who makes myself unwelcome at someone’s house. Usually, if I feel unwelcome it’s because you have a family member who is very rude).

Another reason to take a break from facebook is because I recently went through a lousy break up, on Valentine’s Day, of all days. I am not as upset as I was but considering that my now ex-boyfriend is using facebook, on my friends list, and posting occasionally, I just want a break from him too. My first inclination upon seeing him in any context is to “fix” things when in reality they have been so broken for so long that it would not be worth it. He’ an excellent best friend, but not a boyfriend.

My thoughts so far are that it feels good not to be on there so much. I feel less bored. And I realized that facebook is pretty boring. It wasn’t getting in the way of my homework since I do most of my homework on campus, but it is giving me a chance to focus on other things, like that manuscript I want to start writing soon.

So, I won’t see you guys on facebook until next Sunday and I am curious to see how many notifications I will have or if I even feel like checking them all depending on the volume. How many things could 71 people possibly post?

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Watermelon Trap!
February 22, 2013

All right look, I very much support and adore our President and the First Family. I love that they represent this country. I have to admit, when I saw Jennifer Olsan’s photo of the watermelon under the cardboard box trap, I chuckled. I know I shouldn’t, but I did. I think before we begin flipping out over this photo, we need to understand two things: Though I don’t laugh at it anymore because the humor died very quickly, it was intended to be funny to certain kinds of people. People who can see humor in everything, people who do not like the President or agree with him, and people who are racist.
 
Is it okay to make race related jokes? I think it is, depending on the context and the people you say the joke to. Like, my friend Wesley and his younger brother can have a good laugh over making fun of walk signals because of the “races” they accidentally represent. Some people may not find that funny, but we do.
 
When George W. Bush was President (watch as I cringe) I made fun of him all the time. There are people who frown on that and I understand why but he was a fucking dumbass… oh sorry! Nevermind. There is cruelty, and then there is humor. I think we need to get off our high horses a bit and learn to tell the difference. How is this watermelon trap any different than the way we’ve made fun of Marco Rubio for his awkward water bottle sip during his rebuttal? It’s not different at all. So before we whine and complain about a joke, funny or not, we need to make sure our own houses are in order. You either learn to laugh and unclench your tuckus (I almost said asscheeks but I don’t want to swear to much… oh sorry! Nevermind.), or you don’t make fun of any politician ever for the rest of your life. Okay?