Why Facebook made me sad yesterday

For the longest while I absolutely refused to get on the web 2.0 wagon. I was pretty happy still riding the information super highway. As a matter of fact, the Arpa Road still sounded pretty solid to me. Not that I want to say I'm a luddite, but still, I'm down with the electronic mail and if I can get the instant messaging, I am a relatively happy geek. That having been said, I am well aware that times evolve and that you can't buy Pepsi Clear anymore (not that it was really any good or that I even really tried it. It's more like one of those things I always thought I would try and that I feel resentful about now that the choice has been taken away from me), and that the intertubes are so much more than just electronic mail (or e-mail, as the young'uns seem to call it). So, man, I got hooked up. Did I ever. Got twitter and facebook, hi5 and myspace, blogger and livejournal, flicker and that other one that's better but not as popular, the skype thingy from which I get an occasional call from my boyfriend (although, having a phone line and getting free calls from him sort of defeats the purpose) and then, your basic ICQ. I even covered my bases and went old school with the mIRC. I used to love the old mIRC back in the day before the world went and changed on me. Oh, the stuff I downloaded. I mean, erm, the stuff I borrowed, from some peers, only without all the risk of the whole p2p platform thngy.

Well, but the subject at hand was, why the hell did facebook made me sad yesterday. Of all these, How dare that dreaded app bring me down on that, the day of my daughter's wedding and my one month anniversary? I don't know. Well I do, but if I just came out and say it, well, that would defeat the purpose of this rant (by the way, they are called rapid rants, because they are written in five minutes or less, not because they are easy to muddle through, obviously). The thing is, Twitter makes me whiny, Blogger makes me ranty, Facebook makes me miss my friends and the rest make me want to watch Gilligan's reruns while eating a half-pint of Cherry Garcia in bed. But there it was, buried somewhere in there, the elusive point, Facebook makes miss my old friends. And also over indulge in the whole Farmville thing. By the way, why is that such a Mexican thing anyway? Freaking stereotypes being re-enforced here, people.

Amongst those friends, well, there is the one. And really this is a rant about how much I am avoiding talking about her, because it sort of hurts to think that less than a year ago we were still having Bad Movie Sundays with Rog. She is an old friend and a stranger and someone I would love to have as a new friend. I wish, I wish, Oh! How I wish I knew exactly what the hell happened there, because as close as last May we ran each into each other at the Fabulous Irish Pub (which is neither, by the way), and she was having a beer, which was odd because she never used to drink beer for it made her gag, and then we hugged and kissed and said hello and did the promise to stay in touch thing. And now my life has changed in Oh So Many Ways. And apparently so has hers. But she's not talking. And I miss her, sort of because she is so close to me and I hate the fact that I don't get to talk to the person who knows me the most for reasons I am too chicken to find out about. The bottomline, if there was one, I think would be that sometimes even the best of friendships wither. Seeds are planted and harvested, but sometimes we forget to plow and plant again. And I miss Perla. Miss Miss Thing something fierce.

I gotta go. My Farmville raspberries need tending to.

Why all movies suck after 4 am

Last night, sitting at the hospital cafeteria while doing the whole night-watch thing for Dad (who is fine and at least better rested than I am), I was treated to a really, really late (or early) showing of Rob Zombie's "Halloween". Now, I have absolutely nothing again Mr. Zombie (Really?, well, okay), other than maybe I consider him the creep I hope no one love or even just know stumbles upon someday in the middle of a dark, lonely road. Having said that, in the words of Master Ebert, his movie sucks. It really, really does. And I know I that the whole point of this rant is to say that maybe all movies suck after 4 am, when you know you have to be at work in four hours, but still have to wait for your brother, who is happily snuggling next to his honey while you are sitting in one of those extremely uncomfortable hospital chairs, but honestly Rob Zombie's remake of "Halloween" makes an extra effort to suck and achieve suckability levels seldomly seen by hospital Zeds barey kept awake by sheer force of will and the nice people of Starbucks who make that mediocre, overpriced but super strong coffee. That movie is not scary, is not gross in any intentional way, it will not keep you awake at night (and I'm not like a big horror fan; seriously, I got scared when I found out what Jennifer Love Hewitt had been doing that summer in japan, e.g. being a kawaii pop star) and most importantly it doesn't even feature enough of the one thing it had going for it, namely, Sherry Moon-Zombie (Who could do so much better it sort of hurts when you think about it for more than a few seconds). So don't watch that movie, unless you want to, and really, some people are just like that. They will smell the moldy milk even after you specifically have told them that "Dude, that milk is so not something you want to smell. The green bits are smell exactly the opposite of a fresh summer day. Which will be a hot summer night during which a rotting corpse has been festering. Really, dude. Throw it away. Don't, like smell it."