Social Media Stalking

I suppose if you plan to do some social media stalking, you should know how that particular application works. I know someone who tried to stalk on an app using  his own phone number and email. He realized too late that on that app you can see who has added you if you have their information in your phone already.  Hilarious.


Gen Y and Millennials

I know that it doesn’t really matter much what generation I am considered, but I was just thinking….

I still don’t understand why the Gen Y’ers are lumped in with the Millennials.  It seems like those born in the 80’s and maybe some 90’s should stay as Gen Y and then the next batch be called Millennials.  I say this because I often have conversations with people ten or so years younger than me, yet still in my “generation”, and I realize that we really grew up in different eras.  I used pay phones growing up.  I didn’t get a cell phone until college, before text messaging, and loong before smart phones.  I remember having to ask to use the phones in restaurants or stores or at someone’s house so someone would know where I was.  I couldn’t post it somewhere instantly.  Now, I hardly remember pay phones being a dime, but I definitely remember them being a quarter, or you would use those long distance cards (remember those?  lol).  Now pay phones seem more like vintage art.

I remember the annoying dial-up that you often got kicked off of so someone could use the phone.  I remember AOL and AIM being a huge deal and the abbreviated messages were limited to “LOL” and “BRB”.  I know there were more than those two but man, the text language is out of control these days.  I have to guess at what the heck people are talking about, FRFR!  So these friends of mine that are so much younger than me had phones by the time they were in middle school.  They don’t know how it feels to not be glued to technology in such a way.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved my Gameboy back in the day, but I wasn’t obligated to constantly stay plugged in.  Besides, the battery would eventually run out.

I remember my Tandy computer, typing on black screen, and even owning a typewriter.  I also remember watching tons of VCR recorded movies, no clue someday I’d be able to stream on this piece of equipment that fits in my pocket.  It’s mind blowing when I think about it from the perspective of myself back in the 90’s.

I know I sound like one of those “back in my day I walked barefoot in the snow” people, but I just get amazed sometimes at how different things are in such a short period of time due to technology advances.  And because those younger were born in this instant technology age, and I knew life slightly before it, I think we have completely different generational experiences.  And yes, I know that technology was alive and well before cell phones, so I’m not saying I lived in the stone age. I’m just talking about the vast changes since then.

One last thing, I was amused at a conversation I had with a friend last week. Her Mom wanted to get her nephew some building blocks.  She yelled at her saying that little kids don’t play with building blocks anymore, they need something electronic they can play with.  I’m not saying she is wrong, but crap, someone in that generation needs to know how to build things with their hands.  They can’t all be the engineers and designers and tech geeks when they run the world.  I feel like making a point to buy legos and building blocks for all my friends kids now just cus.

End Rant.

I Want to Write Fantasy

I like to create stories (although I’m not so great at finishing them).  I tend to create romance stories.  The inspiration is always in my face so that’s what comes out.  I’m always around people who are having a relationship or who want one.  Or at work I’ll hear about some sneaking around.  Even when a co-worker came out of the manager’s office crying, it made me think of a romance story.  I imagined that they had a heated discussion about their relationship or maybe they had a passionate encounter and she felt bad afterwords because one of them was in a relationship…not that I condone cheating, but it does happen.  Sometimes I’ll just imagine two unlikely people are having a thing or maybe I end up in some secret relationship with some guy no one would ever guess.  We keep it secret because we work together and don’t want it to get weird.  My point is, random romance situations pop up all the time so that’s what I tend to write.

Lately, I’ve been interested in writing Sci-Fi/Fantasy.  I’ve always been into the genre for books, movies, and TV shows.  Lately, that’s all I want to watch or read about.  I have been attempting to put a fantastical spin on my romance stories but I really have no idea how to write in this genre.  I know what I like but I feel like the world of creating fantasy and science fiction is a massive one.  I know that you have to be descriptive enough for people to be able to picture the world you a creating.  I love being swept up into a fantasy story, whether it is about dragons, wizards, or a cyborg Cinderella (Cinder).  I wonder if people take classes, just do a lot of research, or just write whatever comes into their heads.  I suppose there is a combination of all three. I need to figure out a good Sci-Fi/Fantasy writing course or website to look at so I have some direction.

The Fade

The color was fading fast and the black and white dullness was only steps behind me. I was afraid to let the Fade near me because I didn’t want to become as dull as the rest of the neighborhood.  My best friend, Kira, was a step ahead of me so I was thankful I wasn’t alone.  I saw a car that looked like it was painted with a psychedelic paint brush.  The Fade at the side of the car was stalled.  I wondered if all that bright color and personality kept it out. Kira jerked the door open and dove in.  A beat later I got in too. I cranked the car and drove through the Fade, passing all the blank faces that tried to make us like them. One of them, my brother, was still chanting “be like us, think like us,” like all those first touched by the Fade.  I kept driving, hoping to find other individuals who found a way to hold on to their own thoughts and personalities.

Written for: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge number 39.
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Butterfly Transformation

Have you ever been in one of those dreams where you wake up from a dream but are still in a dream?

One day my sister said I was a bully and was so mean that I probably ripped the wings off butterflies.  That night I went to sleep and woke up next to a butterfly that was welcoming me to my new life.

I heard barking headed towards us.  I started flapping away.  I turned to see where the dog was and saw the other butterfly was struggling to stay in the air because something was wrong with one of her wings.  I flew back and reached out my little arms and we both lifted higher, above the dog’s reach.

I woke up again and I was back in my bed.  There was a butterfly trying to fly high enough to get away from my dog.  I grabbed my dog’s collar with one hand and lifted the butterfly to a shelf with the other.  I wondered if I had truly woken up yet.

This was written for: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Image by TJ Paris.


Do You Have a Work Facebook Account

A friend of mine was telling me that she was encouraged by her co-workers to get a work Facebook account.  This was after they realized she wasn’t Facebook friends with any of them on her person account.  She likes to keep her space between work and personal life.  The reply was that she needed to make a second Facebook account.  I wonder how many people do this.  She said a couple of her co-workers do have a work account.  Now that I think about it, I have seen some friends befriend me from more than one account or show up more than once when I search them.  I wonder if any of those second accounts were specifically for work.

Now I wonder what you post on a work Facebook page.  Do you now have to post your pics and thoughts twice?  Do you analyze what you want to post to decide if it is work-worthy?  I don’t think I understand the point of a work page but I wonder if other people do this and if they could explain.  I get that you want to get to know each other better, but if you really wanted to know each other better, wouldn’t you allow them to see your personal account, maybe just putting certain privacy setting in place?  Or is it more about what other people will post.  Are you afraid a person will post a drunk pic of you and tag you in it before you realize it?  Are you afraid they will say something on your page like, “I see why you hate those jokers at your job”, or maybe you’re afraid they will put something grotesque or immature on your page and it may reflect badly on you with you co-workers.  I completely understand if you’re afraid of ANY of these things which brings me back to the question of why do you need to connect to them through Facebook if you’re not trying to be on that level with them?  Why would you want to go through the work of managing two pages and trying to filter what you put on the second one?  Do you just upload family pics and leave it at that?  I guess I get that.

Just wondering…does anyone do this?

Double Toasted Weekend in Austin

I had a pretty good weekend this past weekend.  I went to Austin with a couple of friends and got to watch them do a photo shoot.  One friend is a photographer (Wonderland Boudoir) and the other is a Make-Up Artist (Jazzy Baptiste).  They let me tag along and help out a bit and I had fun. I like being “behind-the-scenes”.  We were shooting (like how I said “we”) some of the cast from  They were going to be having a one-year anniversary party that evening that we planned to attend.  We shot on top of a garage in Downtown Austin with a great view of the Texas State Capitol building.  I can’t wait to see how they turn out.  It was scorching hot being up there in direct beam of the sun but the wind was blowing which was pretty cool because not only did it give us a nice breeze but the women’s hair and skirts were blowing, making them look even lovelier and sexier.  I was glad that I could help out anyway I could.  I took a few background photos and video, drove a few of the models to where they needed to be after their session, and I even periscoped for the photographer.  It was my first time using the Periscope app. I think it’s pretty cool, although, at first I teased her about it.

It sounds silly but I kind of like the idea of helping out behind the scenes with this type of stuff.  I would like to do it more often. Maybe I should make myself an official “CREW” t-shirt.  I like being part of something so great and creative. It inspires me.  I hope I get to help out again.