Twitterrible!

It was horrible! I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when hundreds of people in matching robes came up behind me, following me, trying to put a giant '@' in front of me. Suddenly, I woke up.

I was never a fan of Twitter. I thought the whole idea of it was pointless. It seemed like a bare-bones version of Facebook, without all the extras.

My first Twitter experience began back in September, when Glenda and Jasmine challenged me to join Twitter for 3 weeks, and then say I still didn't like it. I took on the challenge, and won, but can't help but feel like I cheated them. My first 2 months of Twitter use comprised one tweet the day I signed up, and never going back again.

Now, I feel like the only person I cheated in that little contest was myself. A PR assignment, requiring singing up and following classmates, changed everything. Seeing the true potential of Twitter is exciting, and I can't believe how closed-minded I was back in September toward the website. It was a hatred, an ignorance-fueled hatred to all that is Twitter. Any mention of it, and good beginnings of rants would begin playing out in my head. The problem is that these little rants never had a point to make, and the argument of the seasoned Twitterer always prevailed.

I now realize the true potential (or at least part of it) of Twitter. Not just for sharing with friends, but for networking, for learning, for seeing others' views on a particular subject. Want breaking news? It's there.

The best way I have seen Twitter used in the short 3 days I have actually logged on regularly, would be tonight, where all of us CreComms helped each other. It was like a business conference, but more fun because there is a picture of a bird in the corner! Of course, it is more than that. Twitter takes instant messaging to a whole new level.

The capabilities with not only the web-based Twitter, but cell-phones as well are endless. Wireless messages to a cell makes connecting to the world so much easier, especially for us non-iPhone people. Simply sending an SMS to send a tweet, or retrieve another, I think that is remarkable.

So after a few months of hatred, anger, and ignorance, I finally see Twitter's potential, and not as a cult stalking me, or feeding me pointless information about what they are doing.

Lights!

The recent review assignment for journalism was cause for me to attend a concert. I thought this would be a great opportunity to go see a band I enjoy, however nothing in my interest was playing within the deadline of the assignment. I went with whatever I could find, and attended LIGHTS at the Garrick Centre.

My first impression on the idea of going to the concert was that it would not be very good, or of interest to me. the main audience LIGHTS has is 13 to 14-year-olds. Standing in line before tthe show, I felt awkward and out of place. I could see over top of everyone's head all the way to the front of the line.

Entering the building, getting my ticket ripped, I noticed a second table that all the concert-goers were skipping right past. I asked them what was hapening at that table, and it turned out it was to get a wristband as proof of age.

Several minutes later, i was in the theatre and ready to watch the show. the opening act, although had decent sounding songs, had very poor prescence on stage. the lead man made an attempt to connect with the audience and be exciting, but teh rest of the band remained motionless and he just looked awkward.

After a boring 40 minutes, the roadies began setting up the stage for LIGHTS. A wild array of keyboards and synthesizers filled the stage. eventually the stage was set, the audience was getting ancy, and the lights dimmed. The moment the stage was black, a supersonic soundwave rattled the theatre. I was worried about my eardrums breaking from the sheer vo9lume and pitch of the screaming fans.

LIGHTS took the stage and began playing a song off the new album. Issues with sound during the first two songs made first impressions of the show poor, but LIGHTS quickly won back the audience by her third song, February Air.

The visuals in the backdrop were fitting and exciting, telling the stories of the songs. Most of them were images of space and planets flying by, a field of stars moving around the screen. also in between songs comic book style cartoons were shown, depicting "captain LIGHTS" travelling around the universe searching for sounds to sample.

Overall, the concert was surprisingly well done, and I really enjoyed every part of it. It was very different from cocnerts I have been to in the past in the space themed visuals and musical style. When LIGHTS comes back to Winnipeg, I suggest going to it, I know I will.

The Doe on the Road

Driving home,
family dinner tonight,
I saw a sad,
and terrible sight.

A truck up ahead,
hazard lights flashing,
I apply the brakes,
(no sense in crashing).

slowly creep forward,
to the front of the truck,
and see what's the cause,
for all of this muck.

Framed in the headlights,
clinging to its life,
a single doe in a pool of blood,
as if stabbed several times by a knife.

Its head still moving,
trying to get up,
legs flailing wildy,
like a newborn pup.

Why the doe; what did it do,
to deserve an end in this way?
was the driver of the truck just too busy,
to slow down a moment in his day?

Or was the doe scared and tried to run,
wanted to escape its fate,
but wasn't agile enough to clear the road,
and moments later, too late.

the gravel road is a sponge to the blood,
cleaning it all away,
to be recycled into a new life,
to live another day.

so for that poor doe while it lies on the road,
as I look into its gaze,
I shed not one tear because I know,
god works in mysterious ways.

I Don't want Your $#@&* BALL!

A phrase commonly heard in my house in the evening, due to the persistence and irritation caused by a whole eight pounds of furry fury. of course, I'm talking about my little doggie, Pookie.

Pookie has been memorable since the day my family got her. She found comfort in calmly climbing up onto my lap and curling up. All in the house was quiet, and we liked it that way.

The month of quiet Pookie was Merely a calm before the storm. The dog was settled in finally, and I had discovered her natural ability to fetch, which was cause for excitment because we had never had a dog before that fetched. Any who, Pookie learned a game she could play, and we had a blast throwing a little stuffed lamb across the kitchen floor.

The following months showed a transition from sweet little puppy, to an insane beast, hellbent on getting a stupid little red ball thrown repeatedly for hours. Her persistence is astounding. She will try every tactic possible to get that ball in the air, and does it too. She uses the sweet puppy face, sitting at the edge of the couch staring. She will even try sharing, maybe to show just how fun fetch is, and she'll climb up onto you with the ball and try to put it in your mouth. Of course, the offer is appreciated, but you find yourself forced to throw the ball in an attempt to prevent future 'gifts' like those. Throwing it is exactly what Pookie wanted, and I give in every time, without even realizing it.

Give it half an hour of throwing the ball, anybody would be done in, and say, "that's enough Pookie," over and over at each of her attempts to lure you to throw it. every time she tries, your voice gets angrier and angrier, as the annoyance increases, until finally you feel the urge to just throw that damn little ball away so she can't find it. Of course, that is her goal, and she will chase after it, happier than ever. Outsmarted by a dog. How embarrassing!