Facebook Export?

Facebook (FB) makes it sooo easy to share articles, thoughts, etc., that I wish I could set it to do a reverse of its blog/note import function: wouldn't it be great if, instead of weighing down my FB page (and, thus, my friends' newsfeeds) with all the articles I come across and want to remember or comment on, I could post them to FB and then set all that stuff to cross-post only to this blog? Often, I find myself reading articles that I want to either read later because I find them when I don't have time to stop to read them and want to save them for later, or that I want to comment on/start a discussion without taking over my friends' FB newsfeeds.

The collection of articles, rants, commentaries, etc., that would be birthed if I were completely unfettered by my fear of overloading people's FB feeds seems like it would be my own personal HuffPo/Jezebel/Google Reader. When I post articles (about half the time with some little comment), I usually do so for my own use--like I said, to read later. So, I'm always sort of surprised when I get a discussion going on FB prompted by other people seeing the article posting, finding it likewise interesting and chinwag-worthy, and dropping in their own comments/thoughts/rants on the topic. It's so rare that these kinds of discussions take place in real life, it seems, that sometimes it's like I have a more diverse menu of conversations in FB world than in the Real World (Truuuue storeeey! Okay, if you didn't watch MTV's the Real World religiously in the mid-90s, as I did, then you won't get that reference. Sorry. But here's a friendly clip to help you out. Rad.)

With the news that FB is getting set to launch its baby into the public sphere--and, by "its baby," I mean, of course, our entire personal lives and thoughts as shared on FB's servers--this could either present itself as an opportunity to make a thousand little, one-man HuffPos, or... kill the crack addiction that is FB that has taken over so many of our lives.

What do you think? Should I take my FB posting show on the road and try to convert this blog into something more inclusive? Or should I keep it as self-indulgent and self-(or Obama-) obsessed as it was originally intended? Is this asking questions of the ones of people out there reading this blog a stupid idea?

Cool Site: Crap Email from a Dude

The title of the blog, "Crap Email from a Dude," is pretty self-explanatory... and as hilarious and disturbing as you might expect it to be. Seriously, where do these guys get off and how can they actually be real?? The stories range from the guy who thought the girl had given him an STD after they made out a couple times (yes, seriously) (May I suggest giving the Savage Lovecast a listen?) to the guy who pleaded with the girl he had impregnated to consider how old she would look in her 30s after years as a single mom as encouragement to get an abortion. I'll give you a moment with that.





Basically, "Crap Email from a Dude" is enough to scare the straight right out of a girl if only we weren't born this way. Read these literary odes to crapdom here.

Image: A screen shot from the movie, "Fast Times at Ridgemont High," a visual ode to crappy, creepy guys and staple of basic cable on Saturday afternoons.

Sinus as Weather Girl

I think my left sinus can tell when it's going to rain.

Or, maybe it's just another sinus infection. Sorry, I know that's gross, maybe even an overshare, but my left sinus is killing me while the clouds are hostilely threatening to unload on Tokyo!

You may or may not know that last October, I had to have sinus surgery to remove a cyst from my left sinus. I figured out that there was a cyst by becoming the most annoyingly persistent patient ever, seeing doctor after doctor to figure out what was causing the crazy headaches that started up just about this time last year. Finally, a smarty-pants neurologist had me do a sinus MRI (this after the frickin ENT specialist at another hospital said there was nothing wrong and it was all in my head... the ephemeral part, not the physical part... stupid, arrogant doctor), and, voila, there it was, like a spider's nest had been woven in my left sinus. (I know that's a disturbing image, but I already warned you that we might be having an overshare moment... and, I'm proud to say, I can get pretty gross... Alisa can vouch for me.)

Image: I totally have pictures of my head that look this.

Anyway, this is all just to say how much I've realized that I could never live in Seattle. Rainy season is killing me and I'm becoming one of those annoying people who talks about how nice the weather is when there's even a little bit of sun peeking from around the clouds, and insists on eating lunch outside with convenience store fare balanced precariously on one knee instead of inside at a nice, raised-from-the-ground table.

Oh, and my hair is not pleased either.