It’s Pam Anderson-hot on the outside. Maybe it’s even Halle Berry in Monster’s Ball hot and by now, I’m doing a slow burn. I’ve just passed the Big Chicken, inexorably moving south through grudging traffic. My ‘burn’ is not due to the sweltering heat or even the rush hour traffic, though neither is helping matters. Rather, I’ve just been told by Placemat that the person whose screen name is “Bestsellingauthor” already has 5,000 friends.
“What?” How the hell can anybody have too many friends? It’s like being too rich or too thin.
“But you’re on the Waiting List, Will,” Placemat consoles me.
As the woman said the words, I could feel my “World Disillusionment Quotient” (pronounced “Dub-ya Dee-Que”) —already as high as my triglycerides–head a little further north. The meter is flashing rapidly “on” and “off”, like the “Check Engine Light” just before something underneath the hood goes “kaflooey”.
Maybe it’s the onset of ‘old fogey-ness’ but I’m a little dubious about the whole social networking ‘thing’. I confess that I am also more than a little sheepish about admitting to having joined even though Placemat is so wildly popular that membership surely must have been mandated by Congress or maybe even by the Constitution. It’s not the way we made friends back in the day.
“…too many friends, my ass.”
Merging into traffic on ’75 South’, I think “it’s been a tough few days for ‘keeping the faith’.
First, Al and Tipper make their announcement. Jeez-Louise! Certainly it’s none of my business—–maybe Tipper’s beginning to question the global warming ‘thing’…but if you can’t count on Al and Tipper to make it, well then who can you…?
It’s also Pledge Week over on PBS. The ‘Doo Wop Groups’ had a Reunion Special last evening. None of the folks in these groups looked anything like the young, svelte, long wavy haired performers that I remember. Pot bellies and ‘male pattern’ bald heads ruled the night. Joey of ‘Joey and the Buicks’ sings an octave lower and doesn’t hit the high note anymore.
Then there’s that ‘Larry King’ business. CNN announces that they’re giving his old seat to some guy named “Piers”. And while I don’t necessarily hold any grudges against folks named “Piers”, the guy is from England and anyway that you look at it, it’s the outsourcing of another job. Jesus Christ, you’d think CNN would know better…would do better.
An interminable “dragon’s tail of red lights” quickly forms ahead of me as traffic comes to a standstill just as I’m crossing the river. I feel a blast of hot air rush through as I lower the window and turn down the A/C. It’s going to be a bit of a wait.
Gawd, it’s hot!
I wonder if Al and Tipper will still be friends on Placemat?
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