Scraping up the Past: Stuff I posted on Facebook in 2008
I have to admit that half the fun of fashioning witty, acerbic or silly comments on social media is the pleasure I get from them myself. All week I’ve been relishing a post I fashioned on Tuesday that reads, “Now that Trump has been indicted, can we use him in a prisoner exchange with Russia?”
But for the most part, posting to social media is like writing in the sand. You and your friends “enjoy” your posts one day, but two days later you’re all on to something else. Fortunately, Meta has an archive that goes back to the dawn of Facebook. So I’ve decided to go through my history to find the posts that may (or may not) have stood the test of time.
I don’t want to lose them all.
These ones are from 2008.
Today I sent out a. family email announcing that it's Talk Like A Pirate Day. My younger son responded, "Can I borrow your DVDs?"
So impressed that I just got spammed in Russian (not that I understood it).
Saw The Damnation of Faust broadcast from Metropolitan Opera. Decided that damnation is a journey, not a destination.
From Twitter. Word of the day: "Sarchasm" – The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it
Clothes would be far more comfortable if the care labels were on the outside.
The only time I really don’t like running is right before I start to run.
The only time I really don’t like working is right before I start to work.
Some of us need to be elitist or there would be no elite.
When it comes to asking for advice, who you choose to ask is as important as how you phrase the question.
Anyone who thinks only kids are permanently traumatized by their childhoods hasn’t been a parent.
New acronym invented for Twitter and other social-networking sites: SCAOMK (spewing coffee all over my keyboard). In terms of intensity, falls half way between LOL and ROTFLMAO. (Update: SCAOMK accepted for inclusion in Urban Dictionary in Dec. ’08.)
We need a National Wear-Your-Wedding-Dress Day (annual date to vary by geographic region, with a view to maximizing odds of fine weather locally) would provide the residents of participating communities with a range of benefits, including:
Opportunities for people where applicable to be recognized for their beauty and good taste at least once a year by friends and families (not to mention fellow workers and grocery-store attendants) as they moved resplendent from the morning to the night in the gowns, gloves, tiaras, veils and even shoes they had chosen with such care for days on which they were married;
Enhanced justification for the investment of thousands of dollars in elaborate dresses and accoutrements that are traditionally worn for one day only, after which they are consigned to the darkest reaches of the nation’s basement closets or the remotest corners of its attics;
Motivational artillery for the newly married to keep their sylph-like figures so that they are able to fit themselves anew into their matrimonial finery every year.
Those with two or more wedding gowns would wear whichever dress they preferred unless, of course, the most recent marriage had taken root, in which case they would be well advised to choose politics over sartorial preference.
Heard on CBC: “Building of creches in Ottawa prorogued. Not enough wise men. Too many asses.”