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With all this social networking we all seem to be doing, I was feeling that my family wasn’t (with the exception of my sister-in-law, Michelle, who is far more technologically savvy than myself) using these mediums as much as they could. So, at the dinner table, I ask the question. (Reminiscent of my time as a four year old when I would make ‘family announcements’ at the dinner table, usually about something benign such as my imaginary friend and her 20 kids, or the newest Care Bear out on the market. So let us fast forward 25 years!) I ask the family, “by the way, people have been commenting on my blog. I’ve had good feedback. Who here is reading it regularly?”
Silence. Cicadas. More silence. “Anyone reading it, at all?”. Tumbleweed rolls through the dining room. Bruno clears his throat. I look around at everyone concentrating too hard on eating their pasta. I know that they can all eat pasta with their eyes closed and one hand behind their backs! I am mortified! No one of the flesh or the related blood is reading this blog (other than you Cet – I know). How upset I was! Not only did my sister refuse (until recently) to be my friend of facebook, but they had the indecency of not reading my blog! Huh! The excuses started to flow. “Oh we see you often, why do we need to read about it online?” Retort: I save my best material for the blog! “We don’t have time!” Retort (nose in air at this point) Huh!
Then Mum says “Eee, what’s a block?” I’ll leave it there...
Pre-emptive text is taking over our lives! There - statement made. I have put it out there. Not only is my mobile phone ganging up on my by deciding that my name is actually Smogma. How is Smogma actually a word? Is smogma an air-borne pollutant from an active volcano? If not, I beg to differ with my phone that Smogma should be a word before Romina.
So this brings me to my latest issue with my other
favourite piece of technology - the computer! So in one of the 1000 updates that my computer seems to download on a regular basis, it automatically updated my web browser and somehow I have this artificial intelligence Google browser which pre-empts my search questions. I admit, that up until now this alien intelligence has worked a treat. It all fell apart when I wanted to search a podcast which I download religiously and listen to on the train giggling and receiving strange looks from fellow travellers who think I am the strange one – um look in the mirror peeps! So I am searching the podcast ‘Is it just me?’ to see if they have an email address so I can email them and say how much I love the podcast. Unlike my latest plight with Channel 9 which has no such address for receiving ‘constructive criticism’ from their audience over their programming decisions! Huh! How dare they remove ‘Dance you ass off’ after one episode? I committed not just one hour to that show on the Tuesday night, but I was entranced enough to watch it again on the replay that following weekend. I can’t believe it didn’t rate ‘its ass off’!
Ok, sidetracked, back to my Google searching. So I 
type, in my frenetic typing which usually misspells everything, what I think is ‘Is it just me’ and with the fast pace of my fingers I just press enter and somehow my search from the pre-emptive text gods at Google is ‘is Lady Gaga a man?’ Hmmm???? Where did this go wrong? Look I am the first one to say that I think Lady Gaga needs to wear pants more often, but really? A man? I just didn’t pick it! But then I thought Courtney Act was a good looking woman!
With all this social networking we all seem to be doing, I was feeling that my family wasn’t (with the exception of my sister-in-law, Michelle, who is far more technologically savvy than myself) using these mediums as much as they could. So, at the dinner table, I ask the question. (Reminiscent of my time as a four year old when I would make ‘family announcements’ at the dinner table, usually about something benign such as my imaginary friend and her 20 kids, or the newest Care Bear out on the market. So let us fast forward 25 years!) I ask the family, “by the way, people have been commenting on my blog. I’ve had good feedback. Who here is reading it regularly?”
