He Picks Up The Mail From The Slot

I just discovered a stack of mail that I did not realize I still had.  Most people get no kind of thrill out of opening a letter anymore because for the most part mail in letter form is something most people don't wish to receive anymore.

This stack of mail is what people sent me when I lived in South Carolina for a few months.  It's amazing some of the stuff that is in there.  Such as the letter from lovecharlie.

Such a very long time ago in some respects, not so very long ago in others.

Had A Friend She Once Told Me

Dear The Facebook,

In some respects you are a very useful and handy thing to have at hand.

I get to talk to and in some cases suddenly see regularly people I never thought I'd see in real life again.  In some cases I suddenly get to do interesting things with interesting people in real life.  In at least one case I suddenly get to have conversations of the sort that I've missed having with said person for almost but not quite ten years.  In some cases there are people I've never met.  I've since gotten rid of most of those.

As I sit and look through photo albums of people I haven't seen for an inordinate amount of time I can't help but wonder what I ever saw in some of those people.  Some of said people have changed in ways that boggle the mind, some of those people stay exactly the same in ways that are just as mind-boggling.

Where a few people are concerned, I can't help but wonder why I didn't see some things a very, very long time ago and am kicking myself now for missing.

But such is life, such is life.

In some regards I feel like quite the stalker.

In some regards I feel perfectly justified.

Take for instance, through the magic of Facebook I am now playing a game loosely based on Scrabble over the phone with a girl that I haven't talked to since middle school, and haven't actually seen since high school.  I don't actually have her telephone number or any of that magic, but someone I do talk to gave my information to her, and now, well, I've lost two out of two games we've at this point played.

Well played...Well played.

But alas, The Facebook, your cons are also in evidence.

Take for instance your desire to let anyone who can breathe on a mirror and have it fog up join your once elite ranks.

Also...Farmville.  Really? Farmville?  I seem to remember a time when if a person wanted to farm, they could actually make (in theory) actual dollars doing it.  But now, thanks to the digital age we can sit at our computers doing things in imaginary life that we would never dream of doing in real life.

And this is not something that causes our peers to look down upon us.  Double-you tea eff, world...Double-you tea eff.

Sincerely,
Me

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