"Try facts next time...." - I stand corrected

In the interest of fairness, I feel I should post this correction that was e-mailed to me this evening from (Name):

Subj: Try Facts Next Time Not your made up story...first of all, I've never been on Yahoo personals, Jay. It was Match. Not that it's a big deal...but if you are going to blab all over your blog, then at least get the facts right. And speaking of that...the fact that we lived so far apart had *nothing* to do with it not working out. If you recall (which I'm sure you do), *I* was the one that said I wasn't interested anymore.  Now go ahead and post this on your kid's blog....I'm sure all your "friends" are just *dying* to know more about this interesting story. LOL And BTW....don't you worry about me falling for a single father or anything like that. I love kids, and wouldn't mind dating a single dad at all. Sorry if you can't handle that I wasn't interested in an arrogant and needy jerk like you.

The part about (Name) not being interested in me is true. The part about me being needy and an arrogent jerk, at least in this case, for posting yet another e-mail that you've sent me after blocking me on Facebook and saying you're not going to read my blog anymore after clicking on it "just for kicks" earlier in the week. Yeah, ya got me. Probably true too. My apologies.

"No one gives a shit about conversations you have with your kid."

If you read my previous post this morning, you know that I was having a discussion about how different Facebook users who aren't on Twitter are different from those who are. (Name) sent me an e-mail this evening in response to the post:

So I was just going through my bookmarks, deleting ones I never use. I came across your Colter's Blog. Just for kicks, I clicked on it. To my surprise, you created an entire blog about what happened? My God....I had no idea you were so needy and starved for attention.

And yes...you *do* need to grow up. :)  Bye bye little boy...and believe me, no matter what your other "friends" say....no one gives a shit about what you do every second, and really....no one gives a shit about conversations you have with your kid.

My first reaction was something along the lines of, "oh yeah?!" But then, that would feed into her "little boy" line of thinking, and there's nothing I can say that would change that.

There's 474 people (plus or minus with some spammers I may not have gotten to yet) that apparently do give give a shit about what I do every second, many of whom I truly consider friends. There's also 323 people that *I* give a shit about what they do every second. In fact, I've managed to meet a small handful of them that I consider to be very dear real life friends, and one very very special one.

It should be pointed out that (Name) contacted me via Yahoo personals some time early last summer, based on our mutual attraction to Yellowstone. However, (Name) lives in Virginia, and since there was very little chance of us seeing each other very often, it wasn't going to work out. (Name) has no children and from what I can tell, it's going to stay that way. It's a damn good thing, too, because I'd hate to see what she'd think of, or how she'd treat my son. 

A word of advice for you, (Name)? If you happen to fall for a single dad, you are never going to get anywhere with him if he's a dad that's worth a damn, and for those kids' sake, I hope you don't. The last line in your e-mail will make sure that you never, ever come anywhere but dead last.

I May Have Lost A Facebook Friend...And Jimmy Cracked Corn

I've been going back and forth the last two days with a friend of mine on Facebook about sending my Twitter feed to Facebook. Every time I post on Twitter (provided it's not an @ reply to someone), it goes to Facebook as a status update. I've made no bones about who I will and who I won't "friend" on Facebook. Of the 66 I do follow, only 17 aren't on Twitter (that I know of). Those 17 likely have no clue about Twitter, and in fact a few pointed that out. On the other hand, one of my friends did join Twitter and seems to be enjoying it now!

Twitter is a great way to just say what's on your mind. Little thought bubbles that now have a way to escape. At least, that's what it's like for me. I've always had these little non-sequiters floating around in my brain, but until last year, they simply died after a quiet little giggle right after I thought of them.

Yesterday, I was apprently a little too prolific. I had 16 posts go from Twitter to Facebook. One of them was about a service called Twibes which allows you to promote up to 10 of your Twitter friends. I commented that it's a good way to piss off all but 10 of your followers. The comment I got on Facebook was: 

Another good way to piss off your friends is to update your status every 5 minutes so you can't read anyone else's.

Another friend thought it was a funny comment and I agreed:

If you're kidding, then it was funny. If you're mad, (name), there is an "off" button on your feed. ;-)

I thought nothing more of it and even made this post in jest on Twitter last night:

Got chastised earlier on Facebook because I tweet too much. Try the "off" button. Just like on your TV. Good Night, (name)! :D

Was I picking on (name)? Maybe. Was it a little immature? Likely. Do I care. Not at all. Especially after I got this response a short while ago:

Grow up. Sorry, no one cares or wants to know what you are doing every second of your life. Oooh, you ran out of detergent....oooh you made chicken, etc etc, how exciting!

That in a nutshell, is what I think the difference between Facebook people who aren't on Twitter and those who are. I don't write what I write on Twitter thinking about anyone else's opinon. Hell, I just go blocked by a writer for the Minneapolis Star Tribune, who's political opinions are the opposite of mine, because I called Fox News a bunch of worthless fucks over a piece they did on the Canadian Military.

My reply this morning to my friend was:

(name), that's my point about the off (or mute) button. It's ok you feel that way, doesn't offend me, and I can understand. But remember, you have the choice to not follow me. It's not a question of "growing up" it's a question of if I want to stop sending my Tweets to Facebook, and frankly, I don't. I don't know how many of the friends I have on FB may have stopped following me because of the Twitter feed, but frankly, I don't care. I do this for myself, to entertain myself, if you will, and not to please or or displease anyone else. Like I said, you have your opinion, and I certainly respect it. I have stopped following some people on both Twitter and Facebook because I either didn't like what they were saying or how much or even how little they posted, and you have that right as well.

Remember, you have the choice. Follow me, don't follow me, read my posts, don't read my posts. I don't care. I'll listen to what you have to say, I'll think about it if it has merit. But remember, it's still my feed, and if I want to talk to the grapes in my fridge, by god, I'm gonna do it whether you like it or not!

What do you think?

Spring Back, Fall Ahead! Wait...what?

I've been catching some (good-natured) flack for the following post I made on Twitter: 

Have you been drinking tonight? "Make sure to turn your clocks BACK one hour tonight! Get an extra hour of sleep! BACK one hour."

I've gotten responses like:

donthorp@JayHMT you're gonna mess up a lot of messed up people. Good Job!

QueenofSpain@JayHMT now that's just mean Jay. lol

goaliemom31@JayHMT LOL!

wrytir@JayHMT LOL! Keep it up. In a couple of hours, you'll get more ... takers.

(edit: a few more added)

shannonpoole@JayHMT what about the drunks at home? hmmm

thattalldude@JayHMT somebody is going to hate you in a few hours. LOL

and,

Hergett@JayHMT That's just mean.

Truth be told, three years ago, I did it to myself. I had to go into one of my radio stations early to make sure that a brand new program was running correctly off the satellite on a Sunday at 6am. The same Sunday that Daylight Savings Time took place. I had myself so worked up/psyched out over what the time change was supposed to actually be, that I ended up at the studio at 3am instead of 5am.