I'm sorry I haven't been blogging much. I know my 2 family members, 1 friend and 3 foreign Facebook stalkers are missing my sparkling ((hack)) wit and humor *sniff*.
I haven contracted yet another crud from the baboos, who are apparently germ infested. This one has had me down; so housebound that I did something I said I wouldn't do.
No, not clean....
No, not work!
I've joined Pinterest.
As a friend pointed out, this was pretty much what it looked like:
Go there and die laughing.
Moum, I go parpy.
I chose interests like women's fashion, food, humor, technology and so on.
Since then, I have been inundated with beautiful photos of food, boots I must have, snarky quips, and some home crafts I will NEVER DO.
So now, I have no time for witty banter since I am very busy repinning things (I PIN ALL THE THINGS!!!) I like to my boards and thinking about cooking all of the food I shouldn't eat which is displayed on said boards. It's ludicrous.
I was sorry I had waited so long.
I sort of wish I had resisted.
A few friends -who-are-boys asked about this word "Pinterest" floating around our social networks and I tried to share the experience. But, most of my page included hairstyles, clothing sets, cute jewelry and recipes. I only saw one nekkid woman to which other Pinners were protesting.
Pinterest, in the interest (i did that again, see?) of sharing my thoughts with the government, has linked to my Facebook page, Twitter account and probably knows
all of the mood altering drugs I take my address. It has smartly selected a few folks that I should follow based upon my choosing of a few basic interests like Art, Music, etc.
While I understand the kinds of things one would expect to find on MY page, I had a tough time 'splaining this to my friends-who-are-boys. Just what does a boy page look like? I set to find out.
Research: It's a layer, yo.
I can't explain exactly WHYYYYY I have a secret Facebook alter ego, but I do. MYOB. And, for all intents and purposes, this alter ego has also joined Pinterest from what I am imagining is a dude's perspective.
No stinking jewelry
No fa-rickin hairstyles
Man Stuff. Special-Agent's-Rules-for-Manly-Manliness-approved SHTUFF.
My alter ego selected sports, cars, food, science, history, technology, etc.
Boobs. Stuff I thought Special Agent might select. Boobs. I didn't even go too butch, picking food and men's fashion.
I fully expected to open my Pinterest boards to reveal
This is what was on my page:
What in THE hell?
Sweet kitten faces?
The closest thing I found was something on BOTH of our pages.
My alter ego was pissed. It logged off for good and went to watch ESPN and scratch. Not one nekkid woman. Not even an arty one. Not One.
Manly Pinterest Fail. Don't bother, boys.