ROFLOLWTIME but WTH!

I have had a wasted day today.  Well, almost wasted.  I did do a couple of chores, paid a couple of bills, had a couple of coffees, made a couple of phone calls, drafted a couple of training programmes, researched a couple of projects, did a couple of small good deeds, rubbed a couple of feet, had visits from a couple of sons, placated a couple of cats; but all in all a wasted day today.  Indeed my couple of butt cheeks have become so broadened today by the hours of sitting that it’s going to take a couple of major exercise days to get the squared seated shape out of them.

More than a couple of major exercise days actually, probably a couple of weeks worth of exercise – all due to the fact that a week ago I was finally hit by this nasty winter cough and cold virus that seems to have struck every second person this winter. 

I went away last Thursday for a couple of days with a couple of friends and methinks, guiltily, that I have probably infected the couple of friends with my bugs.  But am going to rationalise that by telling myself better they catch it from me, a good mate, than from some ugly blighter they don’t like!

In fact, I was away with them for three days and could write a whole article about the joys and pleasures of travelling the countryside on a Good-Bye-Pork-Pie-type jaunt with the two friends who were fondly referred to by another friend as Thelma and Louise.  High praise for the friends indeed – but after some of the happenings and stories to be told of the jaunt, I figure they better fitted the titles of Lucy & Ethel, or Lavern & Shirley, or truly more relevant, Betty & Wilma.

It was a pity I had become struck down with the bugs because I spent much of the time curled in a fetal position in the back of the little car, nodding off.  Or slouched on the couch in the motel room, nodding off.  Or in the little movie house, nodding off.  Or leaning on the lamp post during the city walking tour, nodding off.  Betty & Wilma were ever so sympathetic and never once berated me for being the wet rag in the trio.  One wonders if they feel the same way now, as I know Betty, or is it Wilma?... has actually been struck down with the infectious bugs.

Anyway … back to the wasted day.  One of the time wasters on this wasted day was sitting here on the PC and catching up with various emails and communications that I had not spent the time or more truthfully, the mental strength to do over the past few weeks.  In between doing those I thought I would catch up on Facebook happenings over the past period that I had missed.  It was fun scrolling through and reading what various friends had been doing over the previous months and what others have planned to do in the next months.  I can see how reading about where they eat, and play and exercise and sleep can easily become mind numbingly time wasting … because irrespective of how we all sling off at inane postings on Facebook, it’s still fun to read. 

Well some of it is.  That is, the some of it I understand.  I have concluded that Facebook seems to have trended a typed language of its own that is the language of acronyms.  I spent quite a bit of time trying to work out exactly what CNP, TY, TMA, K, IDGI and CSG meant.  I’ve always found LOL has confused me as inevitably I have to think, “Now is that ‘lots of love’?  or ‘laugh out loud’? or ‘lots of luck’?  So to come across these other unknowns…  grrrrr.    Was getting so irritated at misinterpreting some of what I was trying to read that I wasted yet more time Googling the acronyms to try deciphering what I was reading.  Grrr…

To think, I’ve promised myself for years now to go to night school to learn Spanish and/or renew my forgotten language of Maori, or even delve into a little French not only to sharpen my brain but to enjoy the knowledge of constant learning.   Huh!  Forget that, I shall now been searching Google to find where is the local school that runs night classes for the new language of acronyms!

OWTF, AFAICS, ICOCBW but IDI, to get understood nowadays YHBBYBD that we just have to STW to translate any FAQ about what one reads on FB or FCOL any PM or PS one must STFU and realise that TMI ain’t worth knowing. 

Oh well, oops, no, I mean OBYW, NVM it just makes me feel RVD that it took me so long to figure out what DTV meant!

(FYI, if you are as acronym illiterate as me, go to http://www.muller-godschalk.com/acronyms.html it’s got all the acronyms in the world listed.)

Except DTV.