Mistexts We Make

The other day I texted a girlfriend who I haven't chatted with in a while and typed "Hey lazy!" instead of "Hey lady." This social fail isn't so uncommon as I learned recently from the blog Damn You Auto Correct by Jillian Madison -- a curated collection of some of the world's most hilarious and embarrassing mistexts mistakes. For anyone that thinks my lazy comment was bad, check out some of the doozies on her blog. Here's my favorite in the spirit of Halloween week.

Anyone else have any good ones? Browse more blunders in her book Damn You Auto Correct on Amazon.

Awesome Parenting on Facebook

If this is what being a good parent means, I should definitely start making some babies. Thank you Digg community for showing us that there is a time and place for bullying and exists on your child's newsfeed when they are being an a$$hole themself.

E-dentity Crisis

I read a good quote on twitter this week about how instead of work life balance, today people are seeking a work life blend.

But there is a problem when that blend hits a little too close to home and you realize that all the bosses, MILFS (moms I like to facebook) and yes even grandparents on Facebook are going to be viewing your photos from bachelorette parties and perhaps judging your taste in penis shaped accessories (that's just an example).

Lamebook has even popped up, a site dedicated to chronicaling the particularly absurd examples of worlds colliding. My favorite screenshot of a mom "liking" her son's dry spell is captured below.




But there is an alternative bubbling up for people feeling that their e-dentity is being stiffled -- Fakebook profiles. Take Robert Robingson Senior for example. The brainschild of a bunch of my guyfriends, who's Facebook pastimes include ranting about his life alert, "poking" girls on Facebook and asking if there is a pull my finger gadget. According to the New York Times this anonimity trend is on the rise among high school students as well, many who create profiles under clever alisases so they can't be traced back to incriminating photos by parents and colleges.

The timeless battle between the id and the e-go prevails.

The New MILFs...

I assume that any one I date is going to do their diligence and e-search me via Facebook and Google -- I actually find it flattering. But what can be unflattering is when the moms of romanTECH interests follow suit and do the same.

Now don't get me wrong, though my mother would never join "MyFace" or "Spacebook," I love and support these new MILFs (Moms I Like to Facebook) and enjoy the novelty of posting inside jokes and virtual thank you notes on my friend's moms' pages that have recently joined. "Dear Ann - Missing you and the lazy river. Now only if you'll sign the adoption papers."


But when my STEADY and EXTRA special romanTECH interest revealed that his mom is on Facebook and has searched my e-dentity online, I had a mild melt down. Maybe its because my profile pic features another guy nestled against my chest and if you google me the first thing that comes up is a spirits publicist profile where I state that it takes 3 drinks before I get "tipsy." And you thought the "about me" section on your now defunct Friendster profile revealing that your words to live by are: "work hard, play hard" was embarassing.

Now I know what you're thinking: "don't worry about your Facebook, worry about this blog." And your mostly right. But I feel like its hard to compartmentalize these days, so if she is reading my Facebook then she has likely found her way here and all I can say is: can't wait to see you on Saturday, let me know if I can bring dessert.