Does body heat escape the head at a disproportionate rate? Seems that may be true because I just buzzed my head clean and now can't stop shivering, even with the furnace cranking. Could be that my scrubby little house isn't insulated very well and this computer which sucks up more of my time than it should is close to a window. Hair is cranial insulation? No, the more I think about it, that seems simply ridiculous.  

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Facebook was beginning to creep me out.

I succumbed to family and peer pressure, finally, last August, 'signing up' only to find it just as I suspected, another place to waste time. Ah, the internets, greatest time saver- greatest time waster. Not only that, the whole face recognition thing, the 'tagging' of pictures, all that, seems far too similar to 'big-brother-like' for me. Volunteering to identify ourselves for 'the man.' Screw the man. 

I would post clever little 'status updates,' like "no wonder I'm having trouble urinating, boxers on backwards" and people would 'like' my status, or leave a silly comment, which would light up the red button at the top left with a count of those things, and I'd be all excited. Like, whoa, five notifications! 

I did rather like seeing departed OS'ers there but would wonder why they thought OS was no longer worth the trouble, just to spend their days posting little blurbs at facebook-- 250 character (not words) I believe, is the limit, and you can't do much with that, now can you.

My family is there too... to them, I apologize, but damnet, it's so impersonal, isn't it? Send me an e-mail, or if you feel like really communicating, how about a text? God forbid a phone call! Sigh...

I do figure OS will finally up and explode one of these days, and damnet, still have not backed up my voluminous blogs. On the 'to do' list with so many other things. I am after all the self-proclaimed ultimate procrastinator. One of my many skills you see..

Rarely do I look at old blogs. It can be rather painful after all, finding mis-spelled words, bad punctuation, or words written in anger or frustration... but there they stand. I have fantasies of someday printing them off, organizing and editing into something, maybe a memoir. Then again, I'm a lazy person and that sounds akin to work, but that option is open... if.

The saved history is, more practically, something I dream that my son may like to look through, someday, when he is older and I no longer have the capacity to remember the stories, many, very many of which, include him. 

See a similarity? I do, although he cocks his mouth to the left and me to the right, plus he has much more impressive eyebrows.

Anyway, no, I don't see stopping the blogging, be it at OS, or somewhere else if it should finally croak for good.