Friday, Friday, Gotta Get...F*%k No I Don't!

For all the hoopla over Rebecca Black's video for "Friday" I can say I have successfully avoided having watched it, although I feel like I have based on all the chatter that has besmirched the interwebs since it hit YouTube. And at this point it I doubt I ever will.  After all, with all the stuff I've read about it, I feel like I don't have to see it.

One thing I've learned, from all the time I've spent on the internet, reading, writing, catching up on current events and just plain goofing off, is that time is definitely precious.  It doesn't behoove me anymore to waste time on stuff that appears to be blatantly crap.  I have a feeling that, just like with William Hung of American Idol fame, the commentary on the content is, in the main, more interesting than the content itself.

I make no claims for the quality of my own stuff I've put on the web, but I like think that I've given you, the readers, some quality content for your investment of time.  I also like to think that I have successfully avoided the self-delusion that just because something can be done, that I can do it.  Nothing wrong with playing to your strengths.

Perhaps the problem is that technology and the new media has made it so easy for content to be generated, that far too many think they can really generate it.  I wish, wish, wish that there was a way for technology to make people honestly assess themselves and their capabilities.

I'm sure there are a lot of pleasant people out there, who like to sing or dance or make videos...but desire in no way automatically translates to worthiness.  I daydream about a technology that can allow me to filter enormous amounts of content and make judgments about its quality before I invest too much time ingesting it all...wait...that tech already exists...

...and its called a "brain".  Imagine that.  Time to reset the filters.

Not As Bad As When She Substituted 'T' for 'K'

Kudos to the Wee Lass for saving my bacon post-wise tonight. I was racking my brain for something, anything to inflict on the keyboard. The well was coming up dry when I remembered the newsletter that was put out by our day care. One of the regular features in the newsletter is an "interview" with one or two of the kids. This time it Wee Lass and her best bud in the spotlight, and of course the little charmer hit the softball questions OUTTATHEPARK! Here are some excerpts from the interview:

What is your favorite color? Pink.

Favorite foods? Chicken.

Who is your best friend? Janie (name changed to protect the other innocent).

But the home run, the proud maker, the best question of all:

What do you like to do for fun?

I give you her in answer in the middle of the photo below:

Isn't that wonderful? The Spouse and I had the same reaction when we read: belly laugh. Isn't that hilarious, oh, she is so FUNNY and thankfully she doesn't know it! HaHaHaHa...wait a minute. This is in the newsletter. The printed newsletter. The one that was issued to all the kids and their parents. The newsletter that is probably tacked up on the main bulletin board at day care. (Sigh.) Well, as long as Wee Lass doesn't ask me what is so funny. Hard to avoid that "Huh, huh, she said balls!" Beavis-and-Butthead reaction, especially when I am tired. However, as the title suggests, this is not as bad as when our precious little public speaker pronounced (mercifully briefly) her K's as T's. Some of our neighbors (bless them?) took great glee in asking her to say a certain word for the amusement of us all. And Wee Lass was a pretty good sport about it.

But now I can't hear the word "kitty" in the same way anymore.