This Girl is on FIRE!!!

What if I got rid of all my bookface friends except those that I really care about? I'd get down to like ten people... then I wouldn't have to scroll through all the career updaters and fluff, and I also wouldn't get all those SimCity Social and Chefville invites.
I've even thought of getting rid of Facebook altogether at times. These industries that pretty much make their money by the packaging and manipulation of information are often terribly leftist, and frankly I don't do anything but waste time with it and get increasingly bitter as everyone else and their dog gets engaged. But then I realized that facebook has now become an important medium for social events and organizations--important enough the local ward uses it for the written announcements of activites (cause I'm never paying enough attention for the oral ones on Sunday). And then friends sometimes post these things on your account which makes your day or your week or your summer or your life. And then you sometimes find those memes of Harry Potter or Toby McGuire Peter Parker which are worth many good minutes of laughter.

Some funny things I discovered through people sharing on Facebook:
Guy on a Buffalo
Staring Contest of Sasquatch vs. Brian Wilson
College Humor Batman meets the Riddler
Toddrick Hall (cool name) Beauty and the Beat
Rainbow Dash vs. Starscream

And the cats... oh the cats.

As for myself, my facebook only gets updates about sports and elections. I feel like that guy sitting across the table from his amazing girlfriend who calls him boring so he has to go to an Alicia Keys concert to feel better about himself.
No wait, I'm WAY more boring than that guy. I mean, Mormons are nothing but boring white people, right? Throw in professionalism and people start expecting consistency from you all the time, so life gets repetitive and mundane. This is who I am now.

NEXT TIME ON LIFE OF A REGULAR GUY

Will Todd opt for something other than frozen burritos for breakfast? Probably not... but find out next week... or rather, next time he has a large chunk of late Wednesday or Friday time when there's nothing good on TV.

And the Good New Is... For Someone Else.

Let me say first of all that I have no room to politically rant, so this will be the one and only such post of its kind. I didn't vote. Due to poor planning on my part, my absentee ballot would have had to have been applied for before I headed east, but I dropped the ball there and felt horrible about it. I have never been more invested in an election, and I've never lost more sleep about it.

Of course, I guess my feelings of utter dismay are just selfish. When I think about how my life and the lives of most of the decent people I know have been economically worsened over the last four years, I'm not thinking about so many others who were genetically incapable of self-reliance. There is an entire culture--a growing one at that--who are blessed by medicare handouts and other types of government give-aways (not to mention the emotional stimulus of change and hope and egalitarianism and revenge), and just because I'm not a part of that festering tumor on American society doesn't mean I should get upset with America. Sure, that whole demographic that put Obama in power contributes a lot to society. They are producers of a lot of things, like excuses and blame and demands. Without them, how would the majority-ish of America feel good about their miserable lives? Now they can all sit back and wait for the nation to change to fit their lifestyle. Now they don't have to change a thing about who they choose to be because with Obama and his four more years of change and hope and revenge, etc., happiness is gonna just land on their doorstep.

And if it does, let me assure you, I will be pleasantly surprised. If my life or the lives of most decent people I know are made better by the fiscal policies in the next four years of the reign of collectivism, I would be pleasantly and extremely surprised. But since patterns of human behavior are resistant to change without the Spirit of God, I am going to prepare for worse things. I would love to be pleasantly surprised, but until that happens, I have one question for America:

Who is John Galt?