The Evil Entity known as………

Facebook.

 

Have I mentioned how much I abhor Facebook? Because I do. I really, really, really do.  I used to love it. I lived for it. I lived on it. Everyone in my life, whether they wanted to or not, knew when and what I ate, how my day was going, what pissed me off at any given moment, what made me happy, what time I dropped a deuce, and every other little thing in between. It was ridiculous. I tried slowing down and not posting very often–but that didn’t work. I found myself posting three pages worth of status because I had to catch up on what I missed by not posting. Holy fuck batman–who has time for that?!!!  Ok, well I do/did, but I didn’t want to.

So I had to go cold turkey. I was afraid. I didn’t know if I could live without it. Would I miss everyone, would they miss me? How would I keep in touch?!  I was so conflicted. Then my dog died. WTF does that have to do with facebook you ask? Welllll……….let me tell you!

When something happens in your life that is not good/tragic/dramatic/sad/painful/whatever, you find out who your friends are. (Pardon me a moment while I sing a song now–Tracy Lawrence “Find out who your friends are” )  Ok, sorry. I am back. I tend to be a random singer–especially if something I say or hear is an actual line from a song I know. I’m kind of a nerd that way.

ANYHOOO—so when my dog was diagnosed with metastatic lymph node cancer, I told my people. Why? I don’t know. To update them on my life? To get sympathy? Attention? No clue. BUT, I definitely found out who gave a shit and who didn’t. And I was not a fan of those numbers. I had 173 people on my friends list. ALL OF WHOM I knew in person. I was a stickler for that. I wasn’t a fan of strangers knowing my business (unlike now..hahaha).  Out of all those people, only five, FIVE gave a fuck about what I was going through. Yeah……..NOT a fan.

So I quit. I quite FB cold turkey. I downloaded all my shit (hundreds of pics) and dropped it all on a thumb drive. Then I deleted my page. And by deleted, I mean I contacted the FB people, and told them I wanted my entire page wiped off the face of the earth. It took a few days, but away it went.

I was sure I was going to have withdrawals, have to seek help–maybe a program? FBA?  But surprisingly, I didn’t miss it. Don’t get me wrong, it kind of sucked not being able to keep up with my families adventures–but I figured if they really wanted me to know something, they knew my email/phone/etc.

Sadly, nobody even noticed really. It took my sister THREE months!!! THREE MONTHS to notice I was gone. RUDE!  And the others that noticed, kind of popped up here and there over the course of six months.

Ok, so now that you have heard my sad little story, the whole point of this post is that I had to recreate (killmenow) a FB page to be able to promote the stuff I am trying to do. I have to (killmenow) utilize the evil entity that is social media, and I must say, I HATE EVERY FUCKING MINUTE OF IT!!!!!!!

There has to be a better way………….

 

Fuck Apple in its rosy red ass….

I hate Apple. I hate their products. I hate their updates, I hate their guts. Every fucking thing that Apple makes is just a ploy to make you spend money. (Have I mentioned I hate them?)

A couple years ago, I was stoked to get the Iphone. I am not in the technical fast lane, so I got the Iphone 4.  Not the 4s, because that was too fancy–plus the 4 was free. Bonus!

However, since then, I have come to loathe Apple and the Iphone and all the bullshit headache sucky stuff that it entails. Vermin they are.

It all started with the first update. I was all gung-ho. Updated my phone happily. Only to figure out, that after that first update, it erased ALL of my stuff (oh, I am sorry, erase is not right according to Apple–restore is what they do).  Well, in my book, and in my Iphone, restore equaled deleting all of my apps and contacts and pictures. (Yes, they were backed up on my computer, but that is not the point)

So I dealt with that. Learned to drop all my shit off my phone, especially my pics and contacts, at least once a week. Or definitely before the next update rolled around.

Then came the big 7.0 update that was supposed to make all the older Iphones, function like the newer versions. (Lying sacks of pig shit).  Instead what it did, was erase (sorry, restore) everything again and put some weird ass black and gray shit on my phone and made it so that I can only use it in my car sporadically and ONLY with apple approved products. Fuck you Apple.

So regardless, I wasn’t ready to pay for a new phone or extend my contract with my carrier, so I sucked it up, got used to it, and even didn’t hate it for 90% of the time. (I do hate it when it wont work in my car).  And I learned that with that new update, my contacts were not coming back without my assistance–and even then all of them came back and went away at random. Luckily I am anti-social, so whatever.

Well, now, as I was dropping all my stuff onto my computer, here comes a pop up that says, “You have a new update for Iphone 4. Version 7.0.5, whatever. Version 666 is what I have decided it really is.

So I backed up everything, and clicked yes to update. So it shut my phone off, did its thing…….then stopped. Right this minute, as it has been for almost a fucking hour now, is my Iphone NOT WORKING, with a picture of a plug in charger thing pointing at an Itunes icon.

Well, maybe I am stupid at 430 am, but I took my transfer cord (apple approved of course) and followed the visual instructions. Or so I thought.

Yup, NOTHING.  Now I just have a non-working Iphone with that stupid ass little picture of a charger pointing at an Itunes icon. (cannot even post a pic–because my phone IS NOT WORKING!!!!)

Because I needed more bullshit today. Really.