Did you get a chance to see the new season of Dancing with the Stars? I don't generally watch this show, but I saw a commercial and was absolutely fascinated by Kate Gosselin.
Why, do you ask? Well maybe you didn't ask but you are here so I might as well tell you anyway. I have never seen anyone dance as badly as Kate. BADLY. She was so stiff that it looked like it actually hurt. It hurt me to watch; and yet, it was one of those situations where I was fascinated and for the life of me, I couldn't turn away.
In the end... I concluded that Kate was not really doing the Fox Trot... but the Robot.
So what do YOU think? Take a moment and vote in the POLL.
Copyright © Shelli Buhr 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Slap in the FaceBook
Recently I had an interesting experience with Social Networking. Apparently it’s not that social.
I have been doing a lot of promotion for the (watch out for the shameless plug here...) Days of our Lives Charity Events that are happening in Dallas (April 17th) and LA in June 5th. http://www.dayscharityevents.com/. And... I got a bit of a promotion at the station... yea me! I will now be helping out with the Social Networking at x1039.
I decided to practice a little of this ‘Social Networking biz’ and I added some friends. I started to get the hang of it so I added events for the Days Charity Event in Dallas, Twittering this, FaceBooking that… accepting fan pages, then building fan pages. Baby I was on a roll! And like those pre-approved credit cards you get in the mail, I even had FaceBook offering me suggestions. I was doing it all… Adding more events, gathering more fan pages, and adding even more friends… So many friends that this little red box popped up on the screen. WARNING... DANGER, DANGER WILL ROGERS… YOU ARE GOING TO FAST.
I am not all that knowledgeable, about FaceBook, I will admit it. In fact, my theory is that I know enough to be dangerous. And apparently this is true because I actually killed off two profiles off in a single keystroke.
In my process of adding all of my new buddies and making all of these posts, someone recognized me and she filed a report and said I was a fake. I had two profiles with the same pic. Little did I know that in those loving suggestions to feed me chocolate… here, eat, it’s good, very good.. through those tantalizing suggestions by FaceBook, I added someone from one profile name, and picked up the suggestion as FaceBook raided my underwear drawer, pulling out the suggestion of that duplicate name;and because this blonde actually read those notices, she turned me in as being fake as she recognized the beauty that befell her in my picture.
FAKE! I had two different names so she called me a fake. I know who this person is because she had the decency to email me to my face as she called me a fake, (although ironically this is absolutely hilarious because she, Ms. 4-letter name for a US car maker, but not Chrysler, is (ahem) not real by any means of the name, hair color, or um breastesses, which was scientifically proven by the fact that she is not blonde because if you scroll up to read, I mentioned that she actually read the notices) but I digress, Ms 4-letter name for a US car maker, but not Chrysler did a hit and run, turning each one of the profiles into FaceBook, and then blocking me so I couldn’t even respond. And in that one quick slap, she did a whole lot of damage as months of work spent trying to become a social butterfly, all went down the down.
Everything was lost on both S**** B*** and Morgana Reeves, the Radio Personality and Voice Talent name I that use, because here in Hollyweird, we don’t use our real names. What irritates me more is that FaceBook went off of the assumption that because I have two accounts (and two tax id numbers to go right along with them… ) that my very real personalities, are fake... and FaceBook shut both of my profiles down; yet there are eighteen Christopher Walken’s and countless Blair Waldorf’s and… WAIT… isn’t that a character?
Good luck trying to get someone live to help you. It is ironic how they, FaceBook now turned FakeBusters, put all of this time into making certain that we are not computers, yet their computer software devised this system to go into our computers, only to pull out the very ammunition that they barred me for. After my recent experience, I’m not 100% sure that they are themselves... real. In fact, when I finally got a hold of someone in the customer service department, it was through an email by a gentleman who went by the name of Fred. And oddly, it was Fred who also responded to the two other emails I sent in relation to my original inquiry and subsequent follow-up. Maybe the “F” in FaceBook secretly stands for FredsBook. By George, er I mean Fred, I think we got it.
Well, being an optimist, I subscribe to the theory that if life gives you lemons, you make lemonade or at least have some pie so I decided to let my personal life stay personal and create a new profile under Morgana and connect it to my brand new blog that ties in with my radio personality. I created a Fan Page, networking everything to Twitter and to the Blogspot, Opinion8d1, the inner musings of Morgana Reeves. It was a project I was already in the process of creating… so I suppose Spirit knocked on the door and this is me answering.
If you are interested, please re-friend me at FakeBusters or FredsBook, whichever it is these days, under the name Opinion8d1, so we can continue our evil doings; or Twitter me ‘cause I could always use a good Twitter… what about you? Come check out the blog and feel free to chime in with your comments to share some of the inner workings seeping from your brain, or just pass it along to others. Opinion8d1 http://www.opinion8d1.blogspot.com/ It’s like I said… someone has to do it!
Topics include: Seriously?, Traffic Etiquette, Truth or Dare, Déjà Vu, and OMG, and Did you SEE what she was wearing?!? And much, much more!
Regards from the old me and the new and improved… Morgana Reeves
Copyright © Shelli Buhr 2010
I have been doing a lot of promotion for the (watch out for the shameless plug here...) Days of our Lives Charity Events that are happening in Dallas (April 17th) and LA in June 5th. http://www.dayscharityevents.com/. And... I got a bit of a promotion at the station... yea me! I will now be helping out with the Social Networking at x1039.
I decided to practice a little of this ‘Social Networking biz’ and I added some friends. I started to get the hang of it so I added events for the Days Charity Event in Dallas, Twittering this, FaceBooking that… accepting fan pages, then building fan pages. Baby I was on a roll! And like those pre-approved credit cards you get in the mail, I even had FaceBook offering me suggestions. I was doing it all… Adding more events, gathering more fan pages, and adding even more friends… So many friends that this little red box popped up on the screen. WARNING... DANGER, DANGER WILL ROGERS… YOU ARE GOING TO FAST.
I am not all that knowledgeable, about FaceBook, I will admit it. In fact, my theory is that I know enough to be dangerous. And apparently this is true because I actually killed off two profiles off in a single keystroke.
In my process of adding all of my new buddies and making all of these posts, someone recognized me and she filed a report and said I was a fake. I had two profiles with the same pic. Little did I know that in those loving suggestions to feed me chocolate… here, eat, it’s good, very good.. through those tantalizing suggestions by FaceBook, I added someone from one profile name, and picked up the suggestion as FaceBook raided my underwear drawer, pulling out the suggestion of that duplicate name;and because this blonde actually read those notices, she turned me in as being fake as she recognized the beauty that befell her in my picture.
FAKE! I had two different names so she called me a fake. I know who this person is because she had the decency to email me to my face as she called me a fake, (although ironically this is absolutely hilarious because she, Ms. 4-letter name for a US car maker, but not Chrysler, is (ahem) not real by any means of the name, hair color, or um breastesses, which was scientifically proven by the fact that she is not blonde because if you scroll up to read, I mentioned that she actually read the notices) but I digress, Ms 4-letter name for a US car maker, but not Chrysler did a hit and run, turning each one of the profiles into FaceBook, and then blocking me so I couldn’t even respond. And in that one quick slap, she did a whole lot of damage as months of work spent trying to become a social butterfly, all went down the down.
Everything was lost on both S**** B*** and Morgana Reeves, the Radio Personality and Voice Talent name I that use, because here in Hollyweird, we don’t use our real names. What irritates me more is that FaceBook went off of the assumption that because I have two accounts (and two tax id numbers to go right along with them… ) that my very real personalities, are fake... and FaceBook shut both of my profiles down; yet there are eighteen Christopher Walken’s and countless Blair Waldorf’s and… WAIT… isn’t that a character?
Good luck trying to get someone live to help you. It is ironic how they, FaceBook now turned FakeBusters, put all of this time into making certain that we are not computers, yet their computer software devised this system to go into our computers, only to pull out the very ammunition that they barred me for. After my recent experience, I’m not 100% sure that they are themselves... real. In fact, when I finally got a hold of someone in the customer service department, it was through an email by a gentleman who went by the name of Fred. And oddly, it was Fred who also responded to the two other emails I sent in relation to my original inquiry and subsequent follow-up. Maybe the “F” in FaceBook secretly stands for FredsBook. By George, er I mean Fred, I think we got it.
Well, being an optimist, I subscribe to the theory that if life gives you lemons, you make lemonade or at least have some pie so I decided to let my personal life stay personal and create a new profile under Morgana and connect it to my brand new blog that ties in with my radio personality. I created a Fan Page, networking everything to Twitter and to the Blogspot, Opinion8d1, the inner musings of Morgana Reeves. It was a project I was already in the process of creating… so I suppose Spirit knocked on the door and this is me answering.
If you are interested, please re-friend me at FakeBusters or FredsBook, whichever it is these days, under the name Opinion8d1, so we can continue our evil doings; or Twitter me ‘cause I could always use a good Twitter… what about you? Come check out the blog and feel free to chime in with your comments to share some of the inner workings seeping from your brain, or just pass it along to others. Opinion8d1 http://www.opinion8d1.blogspot.com/ It’s like I said… someone has to do it!
Topics include: Seriously?, Traffic Etiquette, Truth or Dare, Déjà Vu, and OMG, and Did you SEE what she was wearing?!? And much, much more!
Regards from the old me and the new and improved… Morgana Reeves
Copyright © Shelli Buhr 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The Nerve of that Woman
People are unbelievable. I have a friend who sent me a link of her daughter's website. She is a lovely 25 year old girl who had a desire to start a business making cupcakes. Not just any cupcakes, these are fantastically clever and quite frankly, works of art!
So I, being the friend that I am, passed along the link of her blog to some of my friends. In the blog, the baby entrepreneur talks about her labor of love in following this dream. I give her props for putting herself out there. Most wouldn’t. In fact, I think I indirectly met one of those people.
About an hour later, I get an email response from a friend. It seems that someone she had sent the link to had a few things to say. All negative.
She started the response with… “I don’t mean to be rude,” and then went on to blast the website because of a picture of the girl’s freezer in the background on the blog. When you zoom into the picture, it creates the photo so large that you can’t help but see the side of the freezer, in fact, you have to scroll over to get to the part of the picture that actually shows the cupcakes.
The woman, I will anonymously refer to as “lady,” instructed her friends to go to a picture to see how "filthy" she found the freezer to be. She went on to say she would never buy products from this business, and she should tell the business owner to replace the freezer.
Ummm, seriously? Even with her instructions, it took me a few minutes to even find what she was referring to and when I finally found it, I was thinking, ‘her freezer was way cleaner than mine.’ Wow... does this woman have issues, or what?
My issue wasn’t so much about pointing out the freezer. I think she did baby entrepreneur a favor because it was an easy fix. It was her insensitive and over the top response…
Per her words…”Well I don't mean to be rude, but.” Oh come on, don’t we know by now that but negates every word that comes before the “but!...” I will be. And because I have now used this disclaimer, it is perfectly alright for me to be rude. Ahem. Yea. Get a life lady. You... IMHO... obviously need a life, some fun, maybe you need to get a little sumpin, sumpin… you felt that your response was ok; instead of contacting baby entrepreneur directly, it was better to blast her publicly, or not so publicly, because you didn't have the balls… to leave your life, to have one, to get a little sumpin, sumpin.
Lady, you are a piece of work. How much time at work did you spend on this personal vengeance… from the time spent going over the website, and obviously long enough to critique something that took me 5 minutes to find with your direction, (no, I didn’t ride the yellow bus) while you sent an email to your friends. (with your name and the title of your company... yes, my evil side said maybe I should send this to her boss) Wow, nothing like calling someone out on their work, eh?
But then again, I guess you get paid to read personal emails about cupcakes and write slanderous emails.
And last but not least, why don’t you send me a picture of your freezer so we can email it to all of our friends. Pu-lease.
Copyright © Shelli Buhr 2010
So I, being the friend that I am, passed along the link of her blog to some of my friends. In the blog, the baby entrepreneur talks about her labor of love in following this dream. I give her props for putting herself out there. Most wouldn’t. In fact, I think I indirectly met one of those people.
About an hour later, I get an email response from a friend. It seems that someone she had sent the link to had a few things to say. All negative.
She started the response with… “I don’t mean to be rude,” and then went on to blast the website because of a picture of the girl’s freezer in the background on the blog. When you zoom into the picture, it creates the photo so large that you can’t help but see the side of the freezer, in fact, you have to scroll over to get to the part of the picture that actually shows the cupcakes.
The woman, I will anonymously refer to as “lady,” instructed her friends to go to a picture to see how "filthy" she found the freezer to be. She went on to say she would never buy products from this business, and she should tell the business owner to replace the freezer.
Ummm, seriously? Even with her instructions, it took me a few minutes to even find what she was referring to and when I finally found it, I was thinking, ‘her freezer was way cleaner than mine.’ Wow... does this woman have issues, or what?
My issue wasn’t so much about pointing out the freezer. I think she did baby entrepreneur a favor because it was an easy fix. It was her insensitive and over the top response…
Per her words…”Well I don't mean to be rude, but.” Oh come on, don’t we know by now that but negates every word that comes before the “but!...” I will be. And because I have now used this disclaimer, it is perfectly alright for me to be rude. Ahem. Yea. Get a life lady. You... IMHO... obviously need a life, some fun, maybe you need to get a little sumpin, sumpin… you felt that your response was ok; instead of contacting baby entrepreneur directly, it was better to blast her publicly, or not so publicly, because you didn't have the balls… to leave your life, to have one, to get a little sumpin, sumpin.
Lady, you are a piece of work. How much time at work did you spend on this personal vengeance… from the time spent going over the website, and obviously long enough to critique something that took me 5 minutes to find with your direction, (no, I didn’t ride the yellow bus) while you sent an email to your friends. (with your name and the title of your company... yes, my evil side said maybe I should send this to her boss) Wow, nothing like calling someone out on their work, eh?
But then again, I guess you get paid to read personal emails about cupcakes and write slanderous emails.
And last but not least, why don’t you send me a picture of your freezer so we can email it to all of our friends. Pu-lease.
Copyright © Shelli Buhr 2010
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