One of the things about this internet thing which is *so* fun is the shallow, meaningless SILLY which can occur, in so many ways and across so many platforms. As someone who (when she’s not having an emotional rollercoaster and dealing with Real) totally LOVES a laugh, be it a good comic strip, a bitingly intelligent and hilarious gameshow, a practical joke or just a bit of a muck-around with friends, this medium is sometimes pretty damn perfect.
The other beautiful thing is to ‘follow’ the threads of conversation and meaning between different locations. And by ‘beautiful’ I mean ‘utterly bonkers, and completely ‘in-jokey’ and probably incomprehensible to anyone who wasn’t in on the initial idea.
Like the Seven GuardVirgins. Or the mud wrestling. Or the Book of Secret Rules (Secret Book of Rules). Or the desperation to score ‘FRIST’ comment, which has spilled out across the other days of the week in glorious confusion. Or Subtext. Or the eye-candy board on Pintrest. Or “schnookered”. Or being a Tigger. Or jokes shared and eye contact made across the ether via the magic of VidChat.
The threads can be easily lost and become hidden in cyberspace – a joke in a Facebook group might be continued on Twitter, honed in instant message, referred to on Google+, get referenced in a blog post, and then generate a whole new trend.
You have to be astute to keep up. And involved. And I am nothing if not involved (though sometimes dumber than two short planks stuck together with stupid-glue) so I love that I often get to join in with, perpetrate or proliferate said jokes. My community of people here, which expands so beautifully at weekends to include the Ten Things crowd (hey, you know you’re welcome to visit on weekdays too, right?), have that most glorious attribute of being involved (at some level) in most of the ‘platforms’ I’m plugged into. And we have such FUN – so much it can’t be contained within any one of those frameworks.
And I’m thankful for that.
Because life’s hard, and it’s really nice to be able to come on over to this ol’ internet, plug in and wile away a glorious time pursuing laughter, happiness, things which make the soul glow. And yes there are the sucky things and hard, difficult challenges.
But there’s an awful lot of light. And I’m thankful for that.
So. Moments of lightness and wonder
1. Sarah got to fulfil a desire of her heart and go to see Glennon speak. Except it was all that and FAR more, because she MET GLENNON. OW! Now anyone who knows the silly side of me, might also know the FanGirly side of me. I go nuts (on occasion) for writers who write such wonderful profound or hilarious things. And I go completely to pieces.
(2. Before I drift off-topic (and aren’t tangents a pain in the ass to read sometimes? (and don’t you just hate it when you think that the tangent you’re reading might either be a really SuperCool set of inferences in a beautiful package of parentheses (I *love* nested parentheses more than should be allowed (but you sometimes realise that perhaps the package is a smokescreen and you’re halfway through one of those ‘in-joke’ things before you even know it! (or not…whatevs))))) the photo of Sarah and Glennon which Sarah sent me, specially and specifically, and which ABSOLUTELY made my day.)
3. Fortunately for me, most of the writers I’ve gone all daft and FanGirly for in the past are now friends of mine. Doesn’t mean I don’t still get excited when I read a particularly good post. And the lovely thing is that on the odd occasion, New Writers drop into my life and I get to go all silly over them, too. That’s always fun.
4. So a loooong way back, Glennon (yes, back to her) started following me on Twitter. I remember it making a TToT list back then. (FanGirling – it’s not something I can just switch off when you want me to be sensible and profound). The second part of the email Sarah sent me contained the words
And then, then Ms. Lizzi, I mentioned how I’m friends with Lizzi Rogers (you know, to sort of boost my status), and she and her sister looked sort of blank, and then were like, “Lizzi@Considerings? Yes, Lizzi@Considerings!” and they totally know who you are! So that’s super cool.
And then I died of FanGirling so hard. And might’ve sent poor Sarah back an email with lots of CAPITAL LETTERS OF REAL TRUE EXCITEMENT and a billion exclamation points. And maybe a swear of utter flabberghastedness.
5. So what’s a girl to do – I got on Twitter and Tweeted Glennon to say that I was SO psyched that she’d remembered me when my lovely friend Sarah had mentioned me, and she came back with “Of COURSE I did” And I died of FanGirling all over again.
6. And did you notice Sarah said that she ‘boosted her status’ by name-dropping me…as if I was important! OW! She might get to be my new best friend for that. Because sometimes I’m totally shallow and pointless and this kind of thing MATTERS to my very superficial ego 😉
7. Lightness – imagining your faces trying to reconcile all this very silly silliness about me with the (usually) more beautifully worded and wonderfully written (what, I can be arrogant for once, can’t I?) persona I portray. Editing, see?
8. Words are good. Editing is hard. Talking about words and editing is good. I have two people I know who’re in the process of editing (and they better get to it!) and I’m often self-edited, so I figure I’m in good company. But I rarely edit my words – they just fall out of me and into the screen and I’m done with them. Editing takes dedication.
9. Cake is good. Especially when it has apples and pink cream and a meal out with mum as part of the bargain. AND she bought me a cherry tree for my garden, which I adore, and have been waiting for several Eastersworth of presents to find the right one – the perfect, white, single-bloomed cherry – Prunus nipponica. Bliss!
|The goop is mango coulis – it’s very good|
10. Teasing (gently, nicely…sillily (WHAT?! Sillily is a WORD)) is fun. And I *never* take it too far (waiting to hear the collective complete rebuttal from anyone who’s known me longer than five minutes IRL) but I do enjoy it. Whether it’s snarking back, acting the innocent whilst misleading the conversation down a whole other path, interjecting the outrageously inappropriate or just *doing whatever this is in stars that denote actions*. It feels like the intellectual version of a dance-off, with humour, and I LOVE joining in.