I was nearly attacked by a herd of ruffian deer this morning. While I was driving back from the bus stop, they surrounded the car. I felt like I was in the middle of a gang fight with hooves and fluffy butts.
Aside from the whole selfie nonsense that the media has decided to pick on this month -- last year it was "how many Twitter followers are too much?" and "if you have over 50 facebook friends, you're an attention hog" -- I've noticed a trend that takes us out of the bathroom and into the great outdoors. Well, sort of. Instead of capturing a sunset, or our lunches, we're taking selfies in the car. I'm definitely guilty of this myself.
|Starbucks selfie because coffee|
|Patriotic selfies for NPR|
I don't pretend to know the delicate nuances of every online trend my five daughters are into -- I can barely log into Myspace -- but I can get behind Snapchat. What is so difficult about making a ridiculous face and sharing it with your bestie before it disappears in seven seconds? Even my husband could do it, so I installed it on his phone for a little Snapchat rendezvous.
Having so many children in the house has made for rushed clandestine meetings in various places. My elbows have been the instigator of death of several fishbowls sitting in unlucky spaces as I was busy getting lucky, but Snapchat was going to change all that. No more furtive glances or pretending that I had poked myself in the eye if one of the children caught me winking at her father, we'd have a built-in system for establishing nookytime.
“Honey, I’ve downloaded Snapchat onto your phone. When you get the Bat Signal, come and get me,” I said.
I recently returned from a quick trip to Florida to hang out with alligators and friends. On the way, I outlined my new WIP while in the wild blue, and for the first time in a long time -- looked around. I've been stuck on the mountaintop for long winter months, and the airport plus my in flight rowmates were unknowingly awesome.
- Leaving from DC, I expected to sit near politicians, lobbyists, and other assorted miscreants. What I didn't quite expect was to eavesdrop (they were standing in front of me) on a judge discuss with fellow passengers the legal system -- and how to get off of a murder charge. Nice. To. Know.