I tell this hp computer that I want to chat but it doesn’t answer.
Maybe I need to give it a name. Computer, I dub thee Frankie.
Now no one will know if you’re male or female, or maybe
transgender. The problem with “Transgender” is (if that’s
important to you) you don’t know for sure which way they
started out–an innie or an outtie. This blog is going to make
folks run for the hills, and I defnitely don’t want to lose my
In real life you can tell who’s popular and who’s not.
If you’re at a cocktail party and everyone’s crowding around
you, you’ve got it made. But if you’re “on line” or “in line” it’s
all so public, your humiliation. And talk about bragging! My
land, doesn’t everybody brag tho–right up front! “I have 1,280
followers”; “I’ve had 31,000 visits ” So nyaanh nyaanh.
They may as well just come out and say it “My community’s
bigger than yours is. My community’s better than yours!” Even
the selection of photos of community members are chosen
for celebrity power (or cleverness or good looks.)
So far this has been a monologue, and I see my follower
wandering down my list of those I follow. It’s true their blog
opposed to nanmykel.com.) I mean, using my own name
would be okay if I were Betty Grable or Madonna or Vladimir
Putin. Just think of that! I wonder if it’s too late to change?
‘Til next time I’m feeling lonely and talkative…
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