Facebook etiquette?
Posted by: manicwitch on: August 9, 2009
- In: Familiars
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What is a polite way to ignore a “lets get together” post on FaceBook? I “friended” someone from highschool by mistake. After I did that I remembered why I didn’t like hanging out with her in school. She’s flakey beyond flakey. I realize that after 25 years *ugh* we have all changed, but some personality traits are just who you are and I doubt she has changed. She was all excited to find me and has asked when we can get together to play catch up. I don’t want to. I just don’t. So how do I get out of it? I haven’t replied to the post yet, and she hasn’t pressed the issue, so maybe it was just something she put out there, but if she holds true to form, it will be something she just won’t drop.
Just call me Sybil
Posted by: manicwitch on: August 5, 2009
As I said earlier, I am going to separate my two lives. This blog will still be my “witchy” one and Facebook will be my mundane one. I just have to be careful not to mix the two. My family is on FB, including my very racist brother and I am still pretty much in the broom closet. Well, the door is open but I am not going to walk out. By the same token, I use my real name there and still try to remain anonymous here. I consider this to be my private, public journal.
So anyone who wants to friend me on facebook, send me an invite via my gmail (manicwitch at gmail d0t c0m.) Please don’t be offended if you are just a random lurker and I don’t know you at all through here. Obviously I’m not going to accept if I’ve NEVER heard from you. But I know there are those I’ve had contact here over the years (Toya…..).
*ETA* Just because my brother is a racist dick, he does manage to keep his mouth (fingers?) shut on FB, so hopefully there won’t be any bullshit there. If he ever starts that shit, I will delete him, pure and simple. He knows my views and while he still baits me with his comments IRL, I think he knows better than to say anything on a public forum, especially considering he has a gazillion “friends”.
I decided to compromise
Posted by: manicwitch on: August 3, 2009
I tried to set up a facebook account for Manic Witch, but for some reason the name wasn’t approved. I could have contacted them but figured, I have Twitter, and I have FB for my mundane life. I honestly don’t think I could juggle the blog, FB for MW, Twitter for MW, FB for mundane me and Twitter for MM. I decided to just leave things as they are. I will probably just not bother with Twitter though. Trying to read all the Tweets just gives me a headache-especially all the “text” writing.
On the upside of FB, I found 3 old friends from waaaaay back when. 2 of them I haven’t seen since before our sophomore year in high school. Kind of cool, but I’m not sure where it will go-or even if we want to even try to get beyond facebook. I’m really out of practice hanging out with people. I’ve been such a homebody lately-work, family, house, work family, house, lather, rinse, repeat. I really do need to find time for friends again. Maybe this is the jumping off point.
A woman without a country
Posted by: manicwitch on: August 2, 2009
We are trying to develop our personae for the Faire and were a little worried about our back story. Hubs is part Irish. England and Ireland have never gotten along. I really want to play up his heritage but didn’t think we could be “from Ireland” and still cheer “God Save the Queen!” After some research, we’ve found that his ancestors were likely from Galway, which was always loyal to the crown, so this would work. I don’t know my ancestry. I’m adopted and was abandoned at birth, so there is no possible way for me to ever find out. However, I’ve been told for as far back as I remember that I must be at least part, if not mostly Irish, so I am claiming that as part of my heritage. My mother is full blooded Italian and my father is Bohemian, specifically Moravian, so I claim those as well, even though the likelyhood of either of those bloodlines running through my veins is near impossible. I just wish I knew. I know a few adoptees who have managed to find out who they are and their “nationality”, but mine is lost to me. I know in our great “melting pot”, it doesn’t or shouldn’t matter, but it does to me. I’m beyond the “who were my parents?” issue, but now I feel cheated that I don’t know my ancestry.
I tried, I really did try…
Posted by: manicwitch on: July 31, 2009
But I just can’t get into Twitter. I get communication-sensory overload when I try to read everyone’s tweets.
Maybe I just put up a ManicWitch facebook and see where that goes. But I’m not holding out hope for social networking.
I’m such a hypocrite
Posted by: manicwitch on: July 25, 2009
- In: Hexes
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I lied (a little) and I caved (a lot). I have a (never used) facebook page with my real name and just opened a twitter page using my public name. I may do a public facebook too. I’m so bummed that none of my blog-read update anymore because they’ve all turned to these. And yes, I get the irony-I disappeared for 4 months but in my defense, that was due to personal issues, not those bastard networking sites. I realize that I was a site-snob…”I don’t Tweet and I certainly don’t do Facebook.” But it looks like I don’t have a choice anymore. So, like so many of my reads here, my posts may be fewer and fewer while I figure out how to even use those fucking things and eventually post bullshit about cheese sandwiches, even though *I* don’t care about cheese sandwiches and doubt anyone else does. And I still refuse to post pics. I still don’t know why, I just won’t do it.
But I suck at Trivial Pursuit
Posted by: manicwitch on: July 22, 2009
I have no idea why this is stuck in my head, but the address part of a ’70’s kid show is stuck in there.
“Write ZOOM, Zee double Oh Em, Box 350 Boston Mass, Oh 2134. Send it to ZOOM!”
I could Ubbi Dubbi with the best of them.
No wonder I have insomnia.
I speak fluent Chicago-ese
Posted by: manicwitch on: July 21, 2009
Until Shakira at work pointed it out to me, I never realized that something I said was indigenous to Chicago-”go with”-as in “I’m going to the store. Do you want to go with?” Apparently only in this neck of the woods do people say that. I’m still trying to figure out what is wrong with that. Shakira (who hails from the East Coast) says when she first heard someone say that she asked “Go with what?” Now that she has assimilated to our ways, she catches herself saying the same thing.
Does anyone else have a “localism”? I’m not talking about the great “Soda”/”Pop” debate. It always was and always will be “Pop” in the City of Big Shoulders. And I’m not talking accents either. I tease her about “Pahking” her “Cah” at “Mathahs Vinyad” and I know I got flack when I got back from Oklahoma with lots of “y’alls” peppering my speech. But what words or grammar or forms of speech are only heard in YOUR area code?
I shouldn’t let my mind wander. It’s too little to be out on it’s own.
Posted by: manicwitch on: July 13, 2009
Maybe I’m just a sick, twisted bitch, but with all the news about a cemetery in Chicago being dug up and plots being re-sold, I really have to wonder: how many people really go visit the graves? Before anyone starts on me, let me say this: I agree, what those people did was completely heinous, and hope they really get justice served on them big time. I think it was horrifying that they would desecrate those bodies all in the name of profit. They “claim” that they only used graves no one ever visited. How do they know? And what difference does it make if the graves are visited or not? That is a serious disrespect for the dead.
My questions is: how many people really DO visit graves? My grandparents and great aunts and uncles are in a mausoleum just south of Jerkwater, Illinois. The last time we were there was when grandma died. They’re only there because Grandpa didn’t want dirt thrown on his face when he died. Don’t laugh. He was survived by a woman who made sure he had a TOP OF THE LINE SUPER SUPPORTIVE INNERSPRING mattress because he had a bad back. *Thanks to the fucking shyster mortician for that one.* Even at 9 I knew enough not to point out that his back is going to be pretty stiff from now on. My point is, no one goes there to “visit” them. All that expensive fancy marble and granite and for what?
My perverted thought process (and point of the whole post) goes along the line of wondering what they look like now. Are they all stiff and dried? Or are they juicy since they aren’t in the ground, even though in the ground they would still be in caskets inside of concrete vaults? I wouldn’t go there to “visit” them. “They” aren’t there. Just their bodies, so I don’t need to “visit” them there. I would just end up sitting there (after a 3 hour trip) just wondering what their (and the other dead bodies in the place) look like. I’m not prejudiced either-I wonder what the ones in the ground look like too. I blame C.S.I. for this. I saw too many episodes where the bodies had to be exhumed for what ever crime of the week was being solved.
Just another arguement for cremation.
The good, the bad and the crafty
Posted by: manicwitch on: July 12, 2009
- In: Crafty| Familiars| Hexes
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The good: Glorious weather, much merry making and walking the Queen’s parade route.
The bad: On the way to the faire, my SIL Jezabel called to tell me that my Faux-lder* brother had died. He was only 5o but had heart problems in the past. But this was so sudden it leaves us all in shock. I cannot even remember a time when he wasn’t part of the family and this has hit Maurice hard. They are the same age and of course anytime something like this happens-someone your age dies from something like this, it really is a shock. I am sending healing energies to his wife and my brother.
The crafty: Hubs made himself a pair of bracers and a baldrick instead of buying them. We saved big bucks on them and he really enjoys doing stuff like that.
*I guess ”faux-lder” only works if someone who is your “extra” sibling is older than you. I wouldn’t even know how to do that if you have a younger “extra” sib.
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