Facebook is not for Bloggers

Not for writers of any kind really, unless you're some kind of freaky...writes-nonstop-forgoing-sleep-food-sex-and-everything-else-type of writers and you really do have time to waste.  Because FB is really just a blog.  Or a mini-blog.  Most people don't write more than a few sentences per post.  It's a blog that your friends and relatives are required to read, because they can't pretend they don't know it exists, and if in person a topic comes up that you've been 'booking on lately and they have no idea what you're talking about, they're going to know you aren't reading.  The only way out is to not use it.

I...I haven't entirely succeeded at that.
Of course it wasn't such a danger when I first adopted, either.Yes it's fun.  It's nice as someone who likes to make people laugh to have a quick and easy outlet for that.  Anytime something funny pops in my head, I can just post it and get a few laughs in return, or at least a few likes.  That's the hook, of course.  Validation.  I admit I got sucked in, too.

I don't think I've written anything more than a paragraph or two since  FB became the time-gobbling singularity that it is.  That's no good.  I've taken FB vacations before, and it was refreshing, but I did always go back.

Thing is, I have a drive to write.  I like not only creating something worth reading but I like the process too, even when it is mostly fruitless.  I like doing just this, forming an idea in my head, simple as it may be, and putting it into a form that other people can understand and interpret.  That's all language is, and I revel in it.  But I relished the feedback more.  I like to know, right away, that  someone read it, understood what I was driving at, and appreciated my craft.

Patience.  I need to learn ever more patience, discipline, and self-control.
Odd that I feel like I already have a lot of those things, more than many other people, more than some other more-successful writers.

...Or maybe that's why I don't write....

So very very tired.  Kids are exhausting.  D has to give up the binkies.  All those articles that say pacifiers don't cause orthodontic problems, apparently not entirely true.  D has a major overbite already.  She's not thrilled about giving them up.  I explained to her that there would be no more binkies.  I'm pretty sure she understood the concept even though she didn't acknowledge that she understood because she's been avoiding taking a  nap all day.  J hasn't been helping. He has napped about 45 minutes today all day, the kid who can take 2, 2-hour naps some days.  And boy is he whiny too.  Yesterday he was an angel all day.  Very little whining.  playing, having fun, with us or by himself, slept all night.  Babies, mood swings, advil, coffee, *thunk*.

 
I don't understand the trend in mega-food lately. the Doritos taco, the doubledown, the turducken....
I've had turducken, it was sorta meh.
it's like when you're a kid fingerpainting and you put a little green on the page and little blue and little purple and you think, "This is awesome!  But I bet I know how to make it the awesomest picture ever, I'm going to use ALL THE COLORS ALL AT ONCE."  And you glob them all on there and it turns into mud.   Every time.  No matter how much you mix it together.  All of the devil dogs wrapped in tacos on a fish pizza foods...it's all mud to me.

Feta

Mike: Eggplant yogurt and feta spread...?
Me: Did you just say "Fetus Bread?"
Mike: No I said 'Feta Spread'.
Me: *looks at carton of greek yogurt*  ...That's feh-tuh, dear.

Art

Sometimes art is about finding your idea, then finding your audience and backtracking to them through this confusing muck of cultural excess, and then drawing them a map, either literally or figuratively.  And sometimes it's about being a member of the audience, and this is an easier but less reliable way, picking a directions and just going and hoping you find something worthwhile, and if you do, you report back to your people how to get there.  Does that makes sense?
No.
Well, see there, I'm not a very good artist.

Moving

Any day now we'll be packing up this 10 year experiment and moving on to phase 2 in a new location.... yep, any day now.  Apparently it's totally normal to jump through endless hoops for your mortgage company, wait indefinitely for them to tell you, "Okay, you can start giving us 20% of your income now," and then begin trudging your meager possessions through the snow drifts to move them to the new house.  Any day we'll be doing that.  We were supposed to be moving 3 weeks ago.  We'll be lucky if we get to the new place by Christmas.

Baked Tostitos

Why do baked tostitos get warm when you chew them?
Anybody else notice this? I don't see anything in the ingredients that would likely cause a noticeable exothermic reaction with saliva....maybe I'm just weird.

...time passes...

Upon further consideration... my best guess is that it is a mechanical effect caused by the particles of corn crunching against each other. You would get the same effect in any other corn chip, sure, but Baked Tostitos have very little fat, and so little place for the heat to go in those high-friction movements. Perhaps the fat in corn chips acts as a lubricant for the corn particles.
Though, I'm sitting here with a piece of a chip just in my mouth, not chewing...and it's getting a little warm, but not as warm as it does if I chew. So maybe it has two causes.... wow this is a dull day at work, huh?