No, not the Terry Gilliam/partial Python film. I'm referring to those people - and you know who you are - who spend WAY too much time frittering away their days Twittering and Facebooking, etc., instead of getting done what needs to get done. Then they tweet about how they're behind on deadlines and freak out over the pressures they've put on themselves to accomplish their goals in a timely manner.
Oh, don't worry, I won't be a hypocrite. I am pointing a finger at self (making it difficult to type), for being guilty of same. But I've learned the art of popping in and out like an obscenely overpaid CEO of a major corporation - give the queenly/popely wave and scram.
However, some of these time bandit enablers fall under the heading of 'celebrity' and post their sometimes inane comments whilst being driven to their destination, or whilst in makeup, etc. Still, we don't need to know every little thought that enters their noggins. Some believe if they post 18 play-by-play comments pertaining to a sporting event they are currently viewing that we will be entranced and forever in their debt for sharing said future glowing memory. Yeah, no.
These social networking sites were created, well, to make oodles and oodles of money for their creators, but play along with me and we'll say they were created to bring people together. Many people use these sites to 'build their platform' (euphemism for fan base/potential customers), including writers, actors to entice you to watch their TV show/movie, Off-Broadway show, etc., musicians, even used car salesmen.
OK. Unfortunately, some of us crave that 'togetherness' a lot more than others and permit these Internet time bandits to steal our precious minutes.
So, moving forward (see blog on annoying overused phrases), be brief. Brevity is the soul of something or other. Do not kick off your shoes and get comfy. We won't lose any sleep tonight if you don't post that photo of what you made for dinner, or a picture of your cat wearing a dog costume, or sharing the fact you've got IBS, or inform us that you can see in your neighbor's window and while the teddy and stilettos look good, perhaps he should have waxed his back. Yeah, no. Don't share that kind of stuff.
We really don't need to know that your dog just ate your favorite thong or that you will simply perish without chocolate, or that your toddler just made some wall art with the contents of his diaper.
So, as the beat cop always says in 1940s B movies, "Come on, Johnny, show's over. Go home." Everybody: Get back to work! Be productive!
Oh, don't worry, I won't be a hypocrite. I am pointing a finger at self (making it difficult to type), for being guilty of same. But I've learned the art of popping in and out like an obscenely overpaid CEO of a major corporation - give the queenly/popely wave and scram.
However, some of these time bandit enablers fall under the heading of 'celebrity' and post their sometimes inane comments whilst being driven to their destination, or whilst in makeup, etc. Still, we don't need to know every little thought that enters their noggins. Some believe if they post 18 play-by-play comments pertaining to a sporting event they are currently viewing that we will be entranced and forever in their debt for sharing said future glowing memory. Yeah, no.
These social networking sites were created, well, to make oodles and oodles of money for their creators, but play along with me and we'll say they were created to bring people together. Many people use these sites to 'build their platform' (euphemism for fan base/potential customers), including writers, actors to entice you to watch their TV show/movie, Off-Broadway show, etc., musicians, even used car salesmen.
OK. Unfortunately, some of us crave that 'togetherness' a lot more than others and permit these Internet time bandits to steal our precious minutes.
So, moving forward (see blog on annoying overused phrases), be brief. Brevity is the soul of something or other. Do not kick off your shoes and get comfy. We won't lose any sleep tonight if you don't post that photo of what you made for dinner, or a picture of your cat wearing a dog costume, or sharing the fact you've got IBS, or inform us that you can see in your neighbor's window and while the teddy and stilettos look good, perhaps he should have waxed his back. Yeah, no. Don't share that kind of stuff.
We really don't need to know that your dog just ate your favorite thong or that you will simply perish without chocolate, or that your toddler just made some wall art with the contents of his diaper.
So, as the beat cop always says in 1940s B movies, "Come on, Johnny, show's over. Go home." Everybody: Get back to work! Be productive!
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