Quit Moving The Goal Post!! (For Pete’s Sake...)

As proud as I am at my efforts this year so far with social media et al, I find myself continually BEHIND the eight ball. Which, if the eight ball was a big-screen TV, featuring a La-Z-Boy recliner, a bottomless bowl of popcorn, and a handy beer fridge, wouldn’t be all that bad, after all.

However, my eight ball is the ever-moving, ever-growing, ever-never-will-I-catch-it goalpost of newer and better social media options.

I barely eked my LinkedIn numbers above 100 connections, when FaceBook launched their own version, Branchout.  Now I need to frantically ensure that for every kindly soul that has reached out to connect with me so far, I return said connection. One does not want to appear stand-offish in their online networks. One also does not want to appear like that balding uncle with the aviator frame glasses, who drops in unannounced to borrow your Sears catalogue - innocent as that might appear...

I’m starting to worry that Twitter will soon be replaced as well, but something like “Ter”, where you are only allowed 14 characters to be witty and memorable in attracting followers. Good luck with that, speech writers and tiny url creators!!

Better shake a leg - this blog will soon be obsolete, replaced by an i-Pad finger-painting program with hieroglyphics for posts, which will mean continuing education courses for interpretation.

Sheesh - at my age, I should just be having to worry about where I’ve left my dentures...and hoping I haven’t plopped them in my cereal bowl (again...)!!

Chow for now!!