(Yes, I can even be a snob about social media.)

You know, I originally got a LJ account so that I could keep up with my uni friends after I left uni.

...two years later, everyone had Facebook accounts instead.

Maybe I'm just unusual, but I've never seen Facebook as much more than a poorly constructed version of LJ.


The main reason this just occurred to me (again)? My housemate. Specifically, the way she uses the internet.

As far as I can see, my housemate sees the best parts of the internet as:
1) IMing
2) Facebook
3) Blogging
4) Looking at LOLcats
5) Twitter

Whereas I see the best parts of the internet as:
1) Blogging
2) Wikipedia
3) Reading long and obscure articles about random subjects
4) Blogging some more
5) Forums

The housemate tends to get lots of short and excitable sentences, cram them into one of those tshirt guns, and then spray them all over the internet. Then reload, and start again.
Lots of short snippets. Filled with LOLcats.

Whereas I love long blog posts, really long discussions, and extremely long musing articles.


My housemate favours the tshirt gun version of the internet; if I could manage it, my internet would be hand-written with one of those quill pens, and then delivered by royal post.

interruptions

Eventually, my family are going to completely forget what it's like to have an uninterrupted conversation.
Then the boys are going to grow up, and we're all going to be left wondering why conversations don't feel like they're supposed to...


Had dinner with my sister's family last night, and heard about my brother-in-law's day. Normally this would go something like this:

"So, I found the contract, handed it to my manager, and he read it over and agreed that we needed to release the elephants. So we opened their cage, set them free, and gave them two trucks full of hay in compensation."
"Really? How interesting."


But now that Caleb is growing up and learning table manners, it's more like this:

"So, I found the contract, handed it to-"
"Daddy, would you like some pepper?"
"Yes, Caleb, I would. Thank you."
"Here you go."
"Thanks. I handed it to my manager, and he read it-"
"Daddy, would you like some salt?"
"No thanks, Caleb."
"Okay."
"Thanks for asking. Anyway, my manager agreed that the elephants-"
"Auntie Deird, would you like some pepper?"

Fun. And very cute. And means that every conversation takes five times as long...