Why You Should Cross Over To the Dark Side
Dear Pilar,
We have been friends for four years now, since I moved here. You have taught me many things, and shown me different ways of looking at things, and I appreciate that, and you, greatly. And we'll get the truffles right one of these days, don't you worry.
Although you are older by a mere "four" years, you do not know everything. There are things you can learn from me. (I just realized this sort of sounds like some lesbian love letter, but I assure you, it's not.) (Sorry to anyone who is disappointed.) But you refuse.
Pilar, I have tried numerous times to suck you in to the wonderful world of Facebook. I have gone so far as to go into my account at your house, so you can see all the interesting information waiting to be found. But no. "I can't handle another social networking site - I'm full up," you tell me.
But there are mob wars! I'm in a mob. I punch people in the face, daily! DAILY! Anyone who attacks me, punched in the face. And the Scramble. Let's not forget the Scrambling.
No, you firmly say. You can play that on other sites. But Pilar, DO YOU? A-ha! No. No you do not play that on other sites.
Lately I have noticed something interesting happening. My mind? My memory? It's working. In the last two weeks I have had that "it's on the tip of my tongue" sensation three or four times, and each time I was able to come up with what I'd been trying to think of, but previously couldn't.
And I attribute this to playing Scramble, and Wordwhateveritscallednow that I like even better than Scramble. It's as if these word games have greased the wheels of my brain so they can turn again. I've read articles that say word puzzles are good for the brain. That the brain is like a muscle and if you exercise it, it will get stronger. I've always believed in that, and now I'm seeing it in action.
Pilar, in case you've forgotten (because your brain is failing solely due to your lack of a Facebook account), you are older than me, and your brain is going to fail before mine. But you are a good friend to me, and so I will do my part in being a good friend to you, by continuing to play word games on Facebook, so that when you are old and forgetful, I will still be able to tell you which band sings Kryptonite.
Love and gingko biloba,
Green
We have been friends for four years now, since I moved here. You have taught me many things, and shown me different ways of looking at things, and I appreciate that, and you, greatly. And we'll get the truffles right one of these days, don't you worry.
Although you are older by a mere "four" years, you do not know everything. There are things you can learn from me. (I just realized this sort of sounds like some lesbian love letter, but I assure you, it's not.) (Sorry to anyone who is disappointed.) But you refuse.
Pilar, I have tried numerous times to suck you in to the wonderful world of Facebook. I have gone so far as to go into my account at your house, so you can see all the interesting information waiting to be found. But no. "I can't handle another social networking site - I'm full up," you tell me.
But there are mob wars! I'm in a mob. I punch people in the face, daily! DAILY! Anyone who attacks me, punched in the face. And the Scramble. Let's not forget the Scrambling.
No, you firmly say. You can play that on other sites. But Pilar, DO YOU? A-ha! No. No you do not play that on other sites.
Lately I have noticed something interesting happening. My mind? My memory? It's working. In the last two weeks I have had that "it's on the tip of my tongue" sensation three or four times, and each time I was able to come up with what I'd been trying to think of, but previously couldn't.
And I attribute this to playing Scramble, and Wordwhateveritscallednow that I like even better than Scramble. It's as if these word games have greased the wheels of my brain so they can turn again. I've read articles that say word puzzles are good for the brain. That the brain is like a muscle and if you exercise it, it will get stronger. I've always believed in that, and now I'm seeing it in action.
Pilar, in case you've forgotten (because your brain is failing solely due to your lack of a Facebook account), you are older than me, and your brain is going to fail before mine. But you are a good friend to me, and so I will do my part in being a good friend to you, by continuing to play word games on Facebook, so that when you are old and forgetful, I will still be able to tell you which band sings Kryptonite.
Love and gingko biloba,
Green
Labels: Facebook, Overthinking
posted by Green at 9/15/2008 10:11:00 PM
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Whoops. I just posted song lyrics to a totally different song than Kryptonite. And I still don't know who the hell sings it.
And yet you never play Scramble with me. I see how you are.
I want to be your friend on facebook! I have an account but I never play any of the games. Maybe I should. I need to excercise my brain too!
I don't know whether you're dropped the F'ing Yoga, but I find that helps with (relative) mental clarity. (Taking F'ing Yoga that is, NOT dropping it)
Sorry to say that, but cut out that Facebook-advertising. It lacks dignity. You can play any of those fabulous games anywhere else without selling your identity to a freaking social networking site.
I don't like facebook because it seems to be the place where asshats from your serious past life dig you up after you've successfully forgotten all about them. I can play scrabulous on the scrabulous site and myspace has dumb games and apps now too, if I wanted to play any of them. It'll just never happen.
I knew a girl named Pilar once. we went to the same grad school. i don't think it's a very common name.
it's common amongst the latina set, really.
hm. i don't think she was Latina. I think her last name sounded German. Anyway, =)
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