Something Prolific

I downloaded TweetDeck on my computers over the weekend.  I don't know what took me so long (yes I do...I'm always last to adopt any technology), but I'm glad I finally took the leap.

Anyway, as soon as I logged in and arranged my columns, I was overwhelmed by the amount of information being fed to me second after second.  Do I really need Tweets from Snoop Dog about #puffpuffpasstuesday, or ReTweets from some random stranger who thought something Demi Lovato said was interesting, followed quickly by a friends Facebook status update, not to be outdone by a friend checking in on FourSquare? (deep breath...)  The answer is "no," I don't NEED it, but I've become drunk with TweetDeck power!!! (insert evil laugh muuuaaaahhahahahah!!)

What did we (and by we, I only me "I" at this moment because I'm a narcissistic Tweet-whore) do before social media took over our (my) lives (fe)? 

I remember when I thought it was ridiculous to text when you could pick up the phone, call, and get your answer quicker than you could "T9" it into your flip phone. Yeah, I know.  So 2003...

I remember when I enjoyed having actual conversations with people.  Slowly, I'm finding myself more and more anti-social..  It seems I'm more comfortable expressing my "inner-Spiffy" through my blog, Tweets, Facebook and texts.  Its almost as if I'm becoming more entertaining in writing than I am in person, which is sad, because I used to be pretty fucking entertaining! :)

Case in point, I had another pointless first date with a guy over the weekend.  He looked great on paper and we should have gotten along, but I had no interest in getting to know him once I met him in person. 

I'm a funny, interesting, smart person and I couldn't come up with anything to speak to this man about other than child stalking pornographers (I have no idea how that conversation came up...) and the overwhelming amount of homework I have to wade through.  Yeah, I can't believe he didn't want to fuck me right there on the table, "chicken sandwich, be damned!"

I'm considering taking a hiatus from technology, but t I haven't yet worked up the courage.  I think I may get the DT's if I don't check my Facebook and Twitter feeds on my Blackberry every two minutes. 

I just re-read this sentence and imagined that I was my grandma reading it and what she'd say.  Cute, sweet, little Grandma Louise would probably think I had either joined a cult or was using some sort of obscene language.  My grandma knew me well... :) 

Anyway, what do you think?  Could you spend an entire day away from technology?  ALL technology.  TV, phone, computer, Kindle, vibrator? (Threw that one in to see if you were paying attention.) 

Maybe I should pitch the idea to VH1 - Social Media Rehab.  I can ask Adam Levine to host it, shirtless at all times of course, and I'll be his trusty co-host/pants.  Yes...I said I'd be his pants.  Deal.

Now I'm rambling.