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At the laundromat

If you follow me on twitter, you might think I live there. You have probably read that tweet many times. I don’t check in on Foursquare there, mainly because I haven’t been able to find it. I also joked the last time I was there that the lady told me rent was due next week.

Here’s the story, we have a washer. It is practically brand new, one of the high efficiency washers. Front load with a compartment for your soap and buttons and all kinds of fancy stuff. We love it. My mother called me the other day and she has one too, but she doesn’t like hers. However, we don’t have a dryer. D and Em just decided we didn’t need one, I agreed with them. During the summer and fall it was fine not having a dryer, now that it’s winter, and I’m wearing socks, it seems I am at the laundromat every day drying clothes. I’m not really and I am sure not having the dryer saves money, we still hang up most of our clothes to dry, but I really don’t like trudging to the laundromat when it’s cold and the ground is muddy.

When I move, I’ll probably have to wash and dry my clothes at a laundromat, so I should probably just shut up about this.

On another note, I have decided to start doing my ‘feature’, “Check Out This Blog”. There is one below you can take a quick peek at. All links that I put on my blog are checked out by me and safe.

>A New Start

>This is not a new blog I know, I have writing here for 4 years and I have made 1,160 entries. But if you look at my archives, which you don’t have to ’cause I’m going to tell you. Last year (2009) I had over 400 entries, this year I had less then 200. I don’t know why exactly. Maybe I have been spreading myself too thin with Facebook and Twitter etc.

It has got to stop, I like writing and the more I write the more I have to say. I always thought that if I wrote down everything I thought about, eventually I would run out of things to say. The exact opposite happens, as I write, more thoughts come to me. So I have come to the decision to get back to writing here. My goal is to try at least a post a day. I am trying to start today, because if I start tomorrow, that would make it a New Year’s Resolution and I don’t do those.

Capital Punishment

Capital punishment does not always mean the death penalty. In New York capital punishment is life in prison. In Connecticut capital punishment is death. I have always been, and will always be opposed to the death penalty. This is my personal opinion, it is not a political stand or a religious belief. My religion states that a government has the right to put a citizen to death.

Every once in while a case comes along that tests some people’s opposition to the death penalty. Such as the home invasion of the Petit family in Cheshire, Conn., on the morning of July 23, 2007, which left Dr. William A. Petit Jr. severely beaten. His wife and daughters were brutally murdered.

Steven J. Hayes is one of the men apprehended by police for this crime, he was tried, convicted and sentenced to death. But he will not die for years, if ever. Death penalty convictions carry with them automatic appeals. This is one of the reasons I am not in favor of them.

An article in the NYT talks about a new thing that is being included in the appeals. A service I not only know and love but some say am seriously addicted to. Twitter.

Cheshire Appeal Will Point to Twitter Here is a sentence from the article:

“One of the most provocative is that the intense reporting on the trial — including mainstream reporters’ extensive use of Twitter — created a “circus atmosphere” and such widespread, instant saturation with inflammatory details that the jury was improperly swayed by public passions.”

This sentence led me to tweet the following:

Steven J. Hayes is a child-raping murdering dirtbag scum of the earth that deserves to be tortured. Is that provocative enough for you?

It was provocative, it generated this response: “woah .. tell us how you really feel !!! ~ @blair33185

@blair33185 I think they should put him in a jail cell with hardened criminals that are fathers of 11 year old girls.

What I didn’t say is I would really like him to have “Child Rapist” tattooed on his forehead and then have him put in General Population at Sing Sing. But he wasn’t convicted in New York, so he’ll be in some sissified Connecticut jail until he gets a needle in his arm, if that ever happens.

Yes that is a little harsh. But will Dr. Petit really get closure from Mr. Hayes death? Will it bring back his wife and daughters? Will it make the pain of losing them any less intense? I think not. The only thing that will heal his pain to get his wife and girls back.

It’s not a perfect world, if it was a perfect world, men like Steven Hayes wouldn’t exist. Women and girls wouldn’t have to worry about being raped and murdered. So we have to settle for hoping that he and his partner never walk the streets of any state again whether in prison for the rest of their lives or with their lives snuffed out by the state of Connecticut.

>Perspective

>A while back I was walking around the city (yes I know I do that a lot), I was wearing my Sketchers with no socks. Which how is I normally wear them. But this day I was wearing cropped pants and I could see my legs going down and ending up in the shoes. I kept thinking, “My shoes look huge, HUGE!”

However, if I took those same shoes and put them next to Fred’s or Tigger’s or shoot even Gwen’s, they would look tiny, wee little shoes. Perspective.

I was thinking of this yesterday as I walked to the subway, I had previously had a conversation on Twitter about age, this was after there was a bunch of talk about Moyer being so old. What I was thinking was, how to say I am almost 30 (or whatever milestone your are approaching) sounds older then saying I’m 30. I don’t know why, it just does. Perspective.

>My New Phone

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I mentioned I got a Palm Pre Plus Mobile Phone, except it is a smart phone. So far I just love it. It fits in my hand nicely, has wi-fi and 3G so I can go online. It has an ap for Facebook and Twitter, I can sync it with my Google calendar so if for some reason I have to replace it any appointments I have put in it will also be online so I won’t lose them. I also can get all my e-mails to it. The only thing I don’t like is that since I have my e-mail and facebook and twitter, I now feel like I should lock the phone, and that can be a pain sometimes. I also have to carry my charging cord with me since the battery doesn’t last all day. However, I did find out that my portable, solar powered charger that I bought for my iPod, will charge it.

It came with this nifty little pouch, which Tigger insists I use and I am, unfortunately I didn’t have it in the pouch when I dropped it on the sidewalk. More unfortunately, Tigger was with me when it happened. I told him it was just a little scratched. He replied it was extremely scratched. Later I told Em, maybe he won’t want to play with it now. No Such Luck.

>Manhattan again

>Taking up space at the library while Em gets her nails done. The last time we were here, well no not the last time, the last time it rained like a bitch and we didn’t do anything. The time before that we talked about how music moved us. That is really all we do, we just walk and talk, we mix up some shopping and eating among that, but mainly, we talk and we walk. Reliving our teenage years, this time doing it right and having fun. It may sound boring, but I can’t think of a better way to spend a day then with your best friend in a place you both love to be.

Today we are going to get our piercings checked. Mine because its been a month, hers because it hasn’t been healing properly. I think about telling her, welcome to the club, I have two that refuse to heal. Both are almost a year old.

Blogger has come up with some new templates and features. I tried them out on my craft blog … problem is, I have customized all my blogs and I reallty don’t want to lose those custimazations (I have no idea if that is really a word). I just went to the craft blog on this computer and it is PINK! not the nice shaded kind of lavenderish color it was at home. I don’t have the old template here (duh) so I will have to wait to get home to change it back.

I have a few more things to do on this computer then it will be time to meet Em and go see Ashley. Speaking of Ashley, I have to go tweet now.

>last night and this morning

>I have a hard time coming up with new and exciting titles.

I was going to do the PFF this week, but I haven’t hooked my scanner up to my new laptop yet and last night when I got home I just didn’t feel like it. I will have to tonight because I absolutely positively have to do my taxes.

Stitch wanted me to put some gas in the car so I asked the boy if he wanted to go to the Verizon store. Of course he said yes. I wanted to look at the Palm Pre again, he showed me this phone that looked indestructable. “That would be good for younger brother” I said. He agreed with me, then we looked at the Palm Pre and he was trying to show me stuff and I was trying to get him to leave me alone so I could play with it. I didn’t like the way it showed Twitter, he said the ap is better then the web (WTF?). I do like the way the Facebook ap looks. So I do believe I have decided on my next phone.

This morning I had an interesting commute. I normally don’t talk to the people on the train, I mean I say “Hello” or “Good morning”. Since I am not a morning person, by any stretch of the imagination, I am not very friendly in the morning, especially that early in the morning. Riding the same time and in the same car you see the same people. There is this woman that gets on where I do and gets off at Croton. This other man (who is also a regular) was saying he was looking for some new places to eat, she was talking about some places and she was talking about a fish restaurant in a blue building but she couldn’t remember the name of the restaurant, she told him, “Just google ‘fish restaurant in Croton’.” So he tried using voice command on his iPhone but it wasn’t working so I took out my phone went to Google and found the restaurant name for her. She was very appreciative and thanked me about 4 times. That always amazes me, people who are thankful for the least little thing.

>Post 1,031

>One day I looked at my dashboard and was amazed, I was over 1,000 post for just this blog. I wish I had noticed it when I made 1,000, I would have had a party. Not a contest. My last contest died a quiet death and I don’t believe anyone misses it.

What I really came on here to blog about was another e-mail I received. “Chase Utley News is now following you on Twitter!” Hey wait a minute, isn’t Chase Utley a Phillies player? Didn’t he score like 4 runs off of CC in game one of the 2009 World Series? So why does he want to follow me? When I go to check out his profile I see that he is also following “yankeesgame” Maybe he’s trying to keep track of the competition.

>Still powerless

>I am sitting in my car, sometime today I remembered that I had a charger for my phone that plugs into my car’s power outlet, so I am charging my phone. Without internet access this is the only way I can reach out to my friends. I am sure some are saying ‘What a whiney brat, why doesn’t she just shut up?’. Those people can just go read another blog, no don’t leave! I’ll be good, I promise.

Even though I can send e-mails to post, I haven’t been able to read anybody elses blogs (and this phone doesn’t have spell check). Em and I are going to the city tomorrow and I will be going to the library to use their computers, but they have a 45 minute limit on the computer and that is nowhere near long enough for what I want to do online.

Well I have to check Facebook, twitter and ditl, then I am turning my phone off so it can charge.

>How did this all get started?

>Iota Manhattan of Not wrong, just different recently posted about when she first started blogging, she was reminiscing about bloggers she knew from long ago.

It got me started thinking about my blog, how long its been around and why I started it, and why I keep going.

I created this blog (with a different name) on November 27, 2006 and my first post was titled; “First Post” (you can go back and check for yourself, but I would prefer if you didn’t). I was a member of Weight Watchers back then and wanted to keep track of my progress and my thoughts, on the WW website, you can track your weight and interact with others, but I wanted to just talk about what I was experiencing and thought a blog would work. Also, I have kept a diary since I was about 10, rather sporadically, but I kept going back, that was another reason for starting a blog.

Putting my thoughts on the internet seemed safe, after all, who would want to read what I wrote? Then on December 21, 2006, someone commented. I had been going happily along writing whatever the fuck I wanted, now I was scared, people were reading! Then after that comment, nothing and I mean absolutely nothing, until the fall of 2008. Even then, I have never had a ton of comments. The most was when I joined a meme, Postcard Friday Friendship (which I can’t keep steadily at due to my ADD), and sometimes I get a wee bit jealous of some bloggers who get a ton of comments on their blog. But that’s how it goes, I have regular readers and some who comment of Facebook. I feel like I have a little circle of friends, kind of like my life, a small circle of people who know me and love me anyway.

Over the years this blog has changed, as have I. The name has changed and the content, I’ve joined Twitter and Facebook and linked my blogs to them. I learned simple html commands so I can manipulate a few things. And blogger has added things to make blogging better. I created other blogs, one for book reviews, one for crafts and one devoted to the New York Yankees. Some people wonder how I manage 4 blogs, well it’s like this, I try to post in this blog everyday, the others are more event specific and when something happens (I read a book, I make something, I go to a game) then I blog in them. One new thing is pages, I am considering adding a page to this blog and linking to the posts where my poetry is. I might even write more poetry who knows, inspiration comes and goes.