I, the Sponge

This weekend, I was informed that there are moments when I look and sound like my aunt.

I really didn't mind, because my aunt is great. I did get a kick out of it though. I've never noticed that I sound like my aunt (I haven't seen much of her in the last few years), but I have noticed that after visiting or talking to my sister, I start to sound and act a lot like her. But I notice the same thing if I read a lot of Jane Austen or binge on a series. I think I'm a bit of a sponge.

Which, if it means I pick up accents well, I don't mind. I love me a bit of an accent. And, theoretically, it could mean if I watch upbeat positive people, it will rub off on me. That isn't too bad.

But it does leave me wondering what happens when the sponge is dry. Hopefully I'm still an interesting person.

I don't get it

So, I was out and about last week, and I saw this billboard. (Sorry about the quality. Photography skills are a work in progress). I'm not saying Pres. Harrison is unimportant or anything. I'm sure he did great things and just had the misfortune of being president in between the Revolutionary war and the Civil War, and not being Andrew Jackson, so no one knows who he is. Also, he was only president for 32 days, so he probably didn't do much. I'm down with learning about him, but what I don't understand is who is so concerned with Harrison's uncelebrated presidential legacy that they are paying for billboards? An extremely passionate history teacher? Harrison descendant? Political group with some very obscure platform they are pushing? Bored millionaire looking for a tax write-off? William Harrison with a time machine? I'm open to ideas. 

Make 'em laugh

When I was a kid, we watched Singin' in the Rain a lot. I have no idea why, that was just the musical of choice, except around Christmas, when it was The Sound of Music. Well, there's that song in Singin' in the Rain, "Make 'em Laugh". Not a bad song--not quite as catchy as "Moses Supposes", but it does have a lot of that good old slapstick humor in the show. Anyway, I really feel like I could use a great big laugh. I think a lot of the world could--I'm not so sure this is the happiest place in the universe. I haven't traveled the universe extensively, so I don't have any data to compare and give quantitative evidence. It's just a feeling I have.

Anyway. I, personally, feel like I am most suited for the comedy genre, and yet life has become a bit of a drama. And if not a drama, then a very dull documentary. And I really, really need a good laugh. A real laugh, not just a surface laugh. A joyous laugh. I think we all could. Who's with me? 

Dear Facebook

Dear Facebook,

It's not me, it's you. I think you are completely misreading our relationship.

You are my glorified address book. You aren't my secretary, my personal assistant, or anything more than a tool that I keep track of.

So, as much as I appreciate the multiple daily notices of notifications on my account (every poke, update, game invite--do I REALLY need to know every time someone logs on to Facebook? No. No I do not. But why can't you tell me when there are new pictures of my nieces and nephews? That would be worth knowing), let's take it back a notch. I know how to find you if I want you, and I think a once a week notice is more than plenty.

Don't worry, there are millions of other people out there who will welcome your incessant updates. You'll be fine.