Thanksgiving has passed; so has Black Friday. Someone said today is called “White Saturday.” I don’t believe them. Then there’s Cyber Monday on the day after tomorrow.
The next specifically designated day after that will be Fat Tuesday, or Mardi Gras on February 13, 2018, followed by Ash Wednesday. Several weeks later there’s Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday and Easter Sunday on the Christian calendar.
That covers all the days of the week, by golly. One can add Blue Monday whenever they like, or Stormy Monday on an inclement first day of the normal workweek.
Heard my first radio-broadcasted Christmas song on this past Friday: Billy Squire’s “Christmas Is the Time to Say I Love You.” Actually, my first Yuletide tune heard for this newly arrived festive season was in Bristol on the previous Friday over the wharf’s PA system. It was Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas.”
They sure didn’t waste any time, although, it’s sad to mention that, according to David Cassidy’s daughter, her father’s last words were, “So much wasted time.” I can agree with that, especially since being introduced to the Internet in the early 1990s, roughly 25 years ago.
Spent too much time and I’m still at it. That brings to mind Smartphone Zombies, those who can’t put down their phones in public view.
Seems like the devices are glued to the palms of the zombies’ hands, never out of their sight while they sit or walk around with dazed looks on their faces, glaring at the smartphones’ tiny screens.
One of my boards at Pinterest is dedicated to the so-called walking dead. It hasn’t gotten much response from my faithful Social Media followers though. I guess the truth hurts, for most us fall into that category, I suppose.
I wonder where my life would be now, had I not gotten so involved with the Net for the past quarter of a century. For many like David Cassidy, who was 67 when he died, 25 years is more than 1/3 of a lifetime, and for me it has flown by like a gust of wind.
Sure, I’ve accomplished a lot otherwise, but how much more could have been put to good use besides that which took up so much of my time? I kind of wish the Web had never materialized. Life seemed so much more fulfilling before it.
Granted, mundane tasks like paying bills, shopping, banking, information–gathering, entertainment and communications are a lot easier because of it, but personal, face-to-face interactions with family, friends and acquaintances sure have suffered as a result, at least in my own experiences.
Yet, whose fault is that anyway? Nobody else but mine.
Then again, without the Net, who would read my diatribes? How would I get my nonsense out there for the masses to appreciate, all 1,731 of those listed on the sidebar of this blog as following me on WordPress.com?
How about all those YouTube stars, Instagram celebrities, and Social Media giants? Where would their claims to fame be found otherwise? And what about all the self-published authors, like myself? Where would we be without the Internet? Just a lot of frustrated wannabees, I assume; although, many of us still are. I doubt traditional publishers would pick us up.
And what about Internet musicians and cover artists? How would we publish our art to be appreciated by others outside of ear-reach? Speaking of such, allow me to share my latest cover with you, a tune written by the band, Garbage. The song’s about a stalker. Hope you enjoy it. You’ll probably not tell me anyway. Nobody does.
So now we’re fully into the holiday season officially. Hopefully yours will be delightful. Thanks for stopping by and allowing me to rant and rave as usual; and, as always, thanks for your continued support.