Today, in my favorite class (subject matter wise... some golden learn-nothing-screw-off-the-whole-time classes in high school can never be beaten) we had fun with clipping masks in Adobe Illustrator. He told us to keep playing with them to get used to it and such, so I went straight to old photos of the HP trio. All afternoon I've been making things like this. Oh, Harry.
Now, I want to talk about Facebook. Facebook has officially been around long enough for us to look back at our first years on it and say, "Man, we've changed!" Friends are becoming numbers instead of acquaintances, messages go back to days before we realized we didn't actually know anything at all, and old wall posts journal inside jokes we've long forgotten about.
Facebook has become, in a way, a journal of my upper teenage years. The thing is, I like looking back at my journals. I like reading about the time I slipped and fell in a puddle in front of the cutest boy I had ever seen or the time I stayed up all night making muffins and dancing to "Circle Circle Dot Dot." But, besides the "View Friendship," which doesn't even go back as far as your first days on the site, Facebook has no archiving system.
Come, on Facebook! Has this ever bothered you before? Maybe I'm just sounding too "addicted." But, whatever.
Now, one more thing. Every time I enter the library, I remember I need to ask someone this question, and then I forget. So, I will ask several people at once. Our library has a revolving door and two normal push doors on either side. On the push doors there are signs pointing to the revolving door that say, "Save energy! Use the revolving door!" HOW, dear friends, DOES THIS SAVE ENERGY?! Am I just ignorant? I really don't understand. Okay, that's all.
I have to sculpt wire again tomorrow. I don't want to touch wire ever again in my life. I hate everything about it. BAH. Mr. Good Hands said we may be working with clay soon though. This will feel like playing with jello compared to the awful no good terrible wire.
I HATE that Facebook doesn't have an archive system that's easy to access. I always want to go back to when I first joined FB and look at my old stuff, but you have to scroll through your new stuff first. And, frankly, I do not have the time to go through 4+ years of junk. lol.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about going back through old stuff on Facebook. The only way I've successfully achieved this was the one (mildly insane) time that I went back an hit "older posts" until I reached the beginning of a relationship that had just ended. Though I enjoyed seeing all of the random wall action on my profile, I definitely don't foresee myself doing this again.
ReplyDeleteOh, and revolving doors save energy because they don't let as much cold/warm air out, because the door is technically always closed (if that makes sense?). So they reduce the electric/gas bill of the company and therefor the energy "used" by that company/building.
Oh my gosh. That makes sense now. Thank you. :]
ReplyDeletei know what you mean about archiving. one of the things i like best about blogger is being able to go back and look at all my posts. facebook has failed on that front.
ReplyDeletep.s. i really really love your profile picture lol
and i love your harry potter graphic <3
ReplyDeleteThank you and thank you, Lex. :D
ReplyDeleteHarry Potter! I'm a huge HP fan. I love to go look at pictures of them when they were young. So adorable!
ReplyDeleteThe archiving thing is sooo annoying. One time I was arguing with a friend about one of my old posts, so we decided to go look for it. Big mistake. I think it took so long we finally just gave up. (Which wasn't good for my ego, I'm extremely competitive.)
I swear back before Facebook changed everything, like when I was a freshman/sophomore in college (which just, fyi, sounds REALLY weird to say) that, while not a true archiving system, if you and a friend had posted on each others walls a lot you could click on some link beneath it, I can't remember what it was called, and see everything you ever said to each other.
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