Nuts and networks

Here's a post about two completely unrelated topics...

This afternoon while driving home from the train station I almost had an incident. It was about 6:00pm and the wind had just started to kick up out of the west. The top of the NBC was down, and the trees started to blow violently above me, with leaves fluttering everywhere. Suddenly, I heard a loud 'bang' as if something small and hard had hit my car - MY CAR, MY BELOVED CAR. I looked up, and no sooner had I directed my gaze skyward when I felt a sharp hit on my exposed arm.

An acorn had fallen or been blown out of the tree and onto me. With the top down, I was unprotected from these falling projectiles.

I was snapped out of a momentary trance by the sound of another acorn hit - this time it hit the windshield. I panicked! What if these little things were like hailstones? Could they possibly dent my beloved car? Thankfully the light changed and I quickly drove away from those horrible trees. I inspected the car carefully when I got home to ensure that there were no visible dents.

On a completely unrelated topic, I was asked to start up a Facebook profile by a girl I had met in Italy several years ago, which I did and promptly paid no further attention to. But then, DH started a Facebook profile to keep in touch with some guys who had left his work and gone elsewhere. Now I find myself with 6 "friends" and part of 4 networks and 1 group. Tonight I reconnected with a girl I met in college who I had been fairly good friends with.

It's interesting, because I'm not usually an early adopter of these new-fangled intertube things... the Myspaces and the Friendsters and whatnots. I kinda like the Facebook thing, though. I might actually try and use it for its intended purpose.

The challenge with it, of course, is that not many people who are my age know or use Facebook, so I don't know how far I'll be able to take it as compared to, say, a 24 year old who grew up with this kind of stuff. It's interesting... but I realize I am turning into the kind of person I made fun of as a kid... you know, the one who couldn't set the VCR clock.

Young people these days wouldn't even understand that comment.