Facebook. Twitter. Texts. Email.
It’s really starting to feel like we’re slipping into the Matrix. I’m starting to look at life in 140 characters or less.
The other night, I’m sitting on the couch with TH and TG. TH says, “hey, do you know who reps Joe Budden?”
I start flipping through my contacts.
And then TG says, “Daddy, don’t you mean Joe Biden?”
Me and TH start cracking up. Not a good sign for Joe Budden if a twelve year old hears your name and assumes you’re the vice president.
Then, I’m thinking: Ha. That was funny.
And I log on to Twitter. And recount the story there. No one responds. No one LOLs. And somehow the moment feels less special.
Maybe it wasn’t so funny.
And I’m like, what the hell am I doing?! Is my every thought and moment going to be regurgitated for cyberspace? Do I need feedback from people I don’t know on everything that happens in my world?!
Is that what we’re gonna do? Really?
Okay. Well fine then. Let’s try this.
Tomorrow morning, my kid’s gonna wake me up around 7-ish. As soon as I open my eyes, I’ll be posting.
And I will post all. day. long. No thought will go unwritten. No menial task will go undocumented. If it happens, I will blog about it.
Let’s all get a taste of the future.
I’ll give you a sample of how this is going to go down starting right now. I’m gonna turn on my webcam right now. Here I am, typing this blog post. This is me right now at 3:43 PM, in my office in Newark, New Jersey on March 31, 2009. My hair is a hot mess today. Ignore it. And yeah, I’m singing along to my girl Faith. And yeah, I can’t sing. I’m aware of that. And all of you are too. Whatever.
See you in the AM. This should be interesting…