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Feel the vibration

Oh blogfriends, it’s a happy day!  Yes, it’s Friday!  But that’s not all.  I have also finally chosen my Bloglines successor, and I have to say it’s a pretty slick one.  As you know Bloglines, the reader I’ve been using for years now is shutting down at the end of this month.  Originally it was supposed to be the 1st of October, but they must have received a stay of execution, because now all notices say November 1st.  Which is a week from this coming Monday.  I know.  Crazy that next weekend is Halloween, no? 

Anyway, after checking out a few I have settled on Netvibes, and I’m pretty stoked.  It’s more than just a news reader (duh, UIG aren’t they all?) but this one seems particularly intuitive and in touch with my needs.  By which I mean it’s purdy and easy to use and understand for a loser like me.

So huzzah, anyway!  And in honour of my new Vbes of the Net variety, I offer the following.  Because ever since I signed up, this song has been in my head and it wouldn’t be fair not to share it.

Still gonna miss my old Bloglines, but sometimes new is such a sweet sensation, you know?

New poetry form: Spamku?

I think I mentioned at the beginning of this here blog that I used to blog at another spot.  It’s still around, I just don’t update it anymore.  But all the content is there, and it is still open to commenting.  Which has proven to be kind of awesome. 

Every once in awhile I check it out and there are the usual 27 lines of a language I don’t understand, with the words “penis” and “viagara” thrown in, as one would expect.  Today I paid the old blog a quick visit to check on things and I would like to share with you the three most recent comments on one of my final posts:

I will not concur on it.  I think

precise post.  Especially the title

attracted me to review the sound


Genial dispatch and this post helped

me alot in my college assignement.

Gratefulness you as your


Nice post and this mail helped me

alot in my college assignement.

Thank you as your information.

I actually think that’s pretty awesome. 

In other news we are getting a whole hella snow today.  The view outside my window has been all upside down snowglobe all the time since about 10am.  And freezing rain expected tonight to add to the drama! 

I do love me some winter.  But I will not concur on it.  You heard me.

Games (and gamers?) on!

So my last post was all about excess.  But you know what is not excessive around here?  Blog posts.  *ahem*  Hoping to get back on track, y’all.  Don’t hate, procrastinate?  Whatever.

Anyway, what I really want to talk about is the Olympics!  Actually, not really.  Aren’t we all over-Olympicized by now?  Aren’t we?  We are.  I am.  I’m not going to say I’m totally over the Olympics or anything, but what I am over is those damned red mitts.  You know what I’m talking about.  Everyone has them.  We have, easily, 6 pairs in our house at any given time.  Are they all ours?  Probably not.  Actually, in one case for sure I know they are not.  But guess what – they are all the same!  You put your mitts down beside you on the bus, or in your classroom or wherever, and you know what happens?  Someone else looks at them and thinks “Aha, so there’s my mitts!”  But they’re not their mitts, they belong to the person who just put them down, but because the person who just claimed them probably lost their OWN pair to someone else in a similar situation…well, you get the picture.

The Zellers near me had a shipment of these cursed mitts about a month ago – 15,000 pairs delivered to the store.  As of last week, according to the newspaper (and yes, I realize the flagrant stupidity of having a newspaper report on numbers of mittens) they have only 7,000 pairs left.  So they have sold 8,000 pairs of Olympic mittens.  EIGHT THOUSAND.  And you know what I bet?  None of those mitts are with their rightful owners as of this moment.  Think of that next time you put yours on and think about who might have wiped their nose on the backs of them.  I knew those mitts would be trouble the first time I saw them.  The hats too, when you think about it.

Now from one set of games to another!  Classy segue, ftw!  I saw this excellent headline on Salon’s Broadsheet yesterday:  “The average social gamer?  Your mom”  Sweet, gaming mothers, represent!  The line underneath reads:  “The typical online player isn’t a teen boy, but rather a 43-year-old woman”  Holy crap, even better!  Because, you know, I’m 43, and while not exactly a gamer (although I do rock some pretty excellent Wii boxing and swordfighting) I thought it was pretty rad that some of my peers are taking the gaming world by storm – go gaming ladies!  Until I read the details of the Salon piece, and subsequently checked out the survey from GIGAOM.  And you know what sorts of games we’re talking about here?  Not World of Warcraft or Halo, people.  We are talking about Farmville and Happy Aquarium.

Now, if you are one of those people who like to indulge in some Facebook apps such as Farmville and Mafia Wars, you might want to stop reading.  Because shit like that clutters up my Facebook page all the time, and I have hidden every single one of my friends who virtually harvest virtual eggplant or virtually add virtual fish to their virtual aquariums.  Because I do not care.  At all.  Virtually or otherwise.

You know, my kids belong to a kid social networking site called Club Penguin.  It rocks in so many ways, and while they’re both not as into it as they used to be, it was kind of a cool kid-friendly introduction to social networking.  A safe space where they could play games and trick out their igloos, earn coins to buy their penguin clothes and stuff, and chat with other penguins.  And they could also keep pets called Puffles.  Once you have a Puffle, you need to take care of it – making sure it’s fed, has enough rest and exercise, etc.  If you don’t, the Puffles will go back to the wild, something that has upset both boys on a couple of occasions.  But you know, they are 12 and 9, so there’s that.  Also, and this is a big one:  they are starting to outgrow this site.  So if a 12- and 9-year old boy are kind of done with feeding and playing with virtual pets WHY ARE 43-YEAR OLD WOMEN DOING IT??  I don’t have any answers for this.  I even read in Urban Farm magazine (which is totally excellent and you should check it out if you’re into gardening, etc. in an urban setting) this brief article  talking abou how there are 65 million people registered in Farmville via Facebook.  65 million people are tending virtual crops?  Well, the article goes on to say only about a third of them are really active – a third, so approximately 20 million.  Oh, well then.  Seriously, what the hell?

I like Facebook.  I connect with people, all of which I know in real life.  I am a fan of several bands, a couple of organizations, a museum or two, and Perry the Platypus.  I guess I just don’t see the appeal for  the whole game thing or the interest in Facebook farming.  I’m not going to say that I don’t have time for it, or that I have better things to do because hey I blog, don’t I?   So I don’t see the appeal, but it’s obviously there, given the survey and the results.  Clearly this is a target market, and I totally expect we will see more stuff like this aimed at women my age. 

Virtual gods help us all.

Just…..wait, what?….um…yeah, NO

Really.  Just no.  Please?

I read this at Broadsheet today.  Kind of hoped it was, you know, a hoax?  Or something?  But apparently it’s for realz!  Go on, ladies!  Dye your bits if you’ve lost your youthful colour! 

I swear I just have no energy for this today.  But I will give them props for at least using correct terminology.  I guess.

What’s your nom?

Well my conference session went well, but there weren’t no 60 people in that room – maybe 16.  Which is fine.  Those in attendance got to share in the love and the edumacation.

So you know how it is when you just don’t get something?  Some current trend or whatever and you’re just all “wha’?”?  Like Uggs?  (for me, anyway, maybe you readers get Uggs, I do not) or Bluetooth headsets.  Do not get.  But stuff with language I almost always get.  I have a good wit, and a quick mind and enjoy puns and interesting turns of phrase, but there seems to be a fixation with three letters that, to tell you the dog’s honest truth, MADE NO SENSE TO ME WHATSOEVER until, um, today.  Those letters?  “nom”.

Here’s what I see on blogs and other websites:  “those cookies were sooooo tasty I just ate, like 12 of them, nom nom nom.”  Or:  “that baby is soooo cute I want to nomnomnom his toes.”

People, what??

Now, for those of you who totally understand what this is, you are probably looking at me (or at my blog, anyway) with a “dude, who doesn’t understand what that is all about?” kind of look, and you know what?  Totally own that.  How can that not be understood?  Really.  But here is the thing.  First of all, there are a LOT of short forms for shiz on the web – the usuals like LOL OMG.  But, in the past few months I have learned new ones such as FTW = for the win.  Nice!  A lot of the time I can figure them out on my own (clever girl!) Sometimes not.  Sometimes I just wait for other people in the comment threads to ask and then I will be educated.  Which is cool.  But nom I just could not figure out.  I assumed it was a 3-letter acronym/short form for something, and hurt my brain trying to get it.  Nom also = name in French, and being that I’m Canadian and have a pretty good knowledge of the language, and also have two kids in French Immersion schools, that idea kept getting in the way too.  Eating cookies, name name name?  WTF?  Aaaah!  You kids and your hepcat slang!

So I finally broke down and checked Urban Dictionary only to find out that “nom”, according to one definition is this: 

“An expression of eating, or a sound thereof. Also could mean a sexually suggestive action upon either a male or female, one would use the lips and not so much the teeth, avoicing a chomp chomp like action”
So this?  This kind of squicked me out more than just a little bit.  Now when I read those comments, I get to hear eating sounds, which I never did before.  So, thanks for that, Urban Dictionary.  Can’t get behind that one at all.