Thursday, January 22, 2009

Ghetto technology

In an episode of The Boondocks, Huey once described ghetto technology as "any device you can't hook up to a printer", therefore meaning that it was fairly useless. I tend to concur with him.

There are appropriate means of communication, depending upon what one has to say. I believe that it is okay to text message a note along the lines of "the movie is at 7.15, not 7.30" or "Will be 5 minutes late". It is not, however, appropriate to text someone with a message saying "I know I was supposed to be looking after your dog while you are on vacation, but he died". That one warrants a phone call.

Another lesson for the day is the difference between myspace/facebook inboxes and real email. The message center to your myspace or facebook account is NOT the same as your email account. Understand the difference. This is important. Especially if you are currently in the market for a new job. You should probably not tell a prospective employer to contact you by "hitting me up on facebook". Get an email account. Most are free. And DO NOT use the account that has the address sweetgeorgiapeach@hotmail or behindthe8ball@yahoo.com. If you do, you are going to eventually fall into the category of "the unemployable".

Where all this ghetto communication gets complicated is in the realm of relationships. While it is okay to send a little note via text, it's really not alright to break up with someone by writing on their facebook wall. Unless you are 14, and in that case, are probably too young to have unlimited internet access anyway. It is also unacceptable to try to work out serious issues via text. Or over the phone, for that matter. Things of that nature are due a face to face conversation. Remember, nothing of any importance has ever been typed with thumbs, you can't text message break up, and myspace is not real email.

So, boys and girls, stop abusing technology. Get it right and use the right vehicle for your message.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Arrgh..it just gets worse..

Damn. I thought I was about to be in a position where my life settles out a bit since my new show opens tomorrow night, but the shit just keeps flying. I just got dumped. Unceremoniously. No explanation. After eight months, it just wasn't working out. My feelings are hurt and I feel insulted, rejected, and frankly, pissed off. There were no warning signs (that I saw, perhaps I'm just an idiot). In the midst of getting my ass handed to me on a daily basis, now someone's gonna lay this crap on me? All I was told was that this person couldn't handle the "progression of an adult relationship". Got news for ya bud. I'm an adult. I have adult relationships. End of story.

Ahh..I'll still be alive in the morning with a stack of dirty dishes to do and a new, huge wonderful show to open. So Y'all come see it.

Peace out, bitches,
H

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Oh my..

Sorry no new blog lately. I'm in the tech from hell that was preceded by Christmas Carol. Ouch. It's 1am and I'm still sitting here in my show blacks with a nice bourbon (or 12) after wrangling 48 radio mics for the past 3 weeks. I must say that the unpleasantness has risen to new levels as of the past few days. Talk about a reality show....(enter deep announcer voice) "Imagine what happens when 56 actors, 14 crew members, and an innumerable design team all get together and start being real and stop being nice"...MTV, here we come! But you couldn't air it for all the bleeps you would hear.

Okay, gonna get back to the Travel Channel and fantasizing about being someplace warm (that does NOT include Atlanta sleet) with a fantasy partner who would spend all day on the beach with me giving me endless back massages and bringing me big, fruity drinks with umbrellas in them.

Love,
Holly (who makes her living facilitating the ability for adults to play dress up)