HBO Go: The Greatest Invention of the 21st Century.

I cannot fathom a life without HBO. It seems like the worse torture ever. Nope, Hulu does not work for me. Apart from movies, you get to watch great original series, kick ass documentaries and the best part of all... sports programming like no other. HBO has been in my life ever since I was a little girl and stat with glee during that amazing traveling shot of the letters...



Booyakasha.

Anyway, now you can enjoy the intense pleasure of watching the greatest cable channel of all time in your iPad, laptop or computer - and it's like God loves you oh so very much. Yep guys and gals, this little application is simply amazing.

Just enter your cable service and bingo, you're in. It is so freaking cool! I now get to enjoy my HBO programming when I'm at the office at lunch, when I need to get a break late at night - or during the NBA finals, because my hubbywubby has claimed the tv during this week.

Trust me, install it or run it wherever you are and you WILL get hooked. Crack cocaine hooked.

HBO Go is so great - it even got me pregnant.

Ok. Just kidding.

Much love, Me.

This is why I Hate Twilight Fans: Breaking Dawn Trailer Reaction

I mean. Really??? This seems like a grown woman...

The Deal with some people's "Social-Media Personas".

I've been noticing a sort of friend's social media persona for quite a while now, and it has been so deeply interesting and weird at the same time, I started talking it over with my dear pal RestrictionsApply one day... to find out he noticed this thing too.

Let me backtrack a bit so you can understand where I'm going.

We have a friend in common at all our social media networks. This friend... well, he has some deep problems, I guess. He's always complaining. He's always pissed off. He always boasts how he and only he can do the job better than anybody else and how important him being at the office really is for earth to keep on moving. I mean... I can go on an on. Basically, if you could sum up all his posts, tweets and status updates... it would read: life sucks.

Here comes the interesting part. If you met the guy, you would not think - at least right away - that he could be such a complainer. Yes, he has issues - but his social media persona is 200% augmented... for no particular reason.

At least, so I thought. But... what if I'm wrong?

I read somewhere during a hard core StumbleUpon clicking night that we all have social media personas. From the photos we chose to share, to the information we post, to the way we even write our tweets/statuses/random emails: we treat ourselves like a brand. Yup! We have an image to uphold. We have a brand identity we must protect - and sometimes, at least most of the time in my opinion - we do this totally unconsciously.

Or... do... we???? NO! Think about it!

Go back to your social website of choice. Go on, I'll wait.

* Filing my nails until you browse your feed *

Ok, welcome back. Now tell me instantly who you can bet will have a bad day this week. Who will go out to drink quite a bit? Who is the best mom in the whole wide world? Who is soooo sad it's not even funny? Now you're getting my drift.

While there are people out there who really want to share with their closest friends whatever they are doing - there are some people that follow a script, a guide, for one single reason: they need to get some sort of reassurance. They really need to feel noticed - and I believe that it's because they lack complete self esteem.

Take the "I have so much problems, I'm so sad" person. All of us have one of those at our websites. I'm so lonely... but I'll go out for a drink later. Oh wait, I'm having such a bad time at work! I've never felt so much sadness... or I could hit someone right now... and I'm off to Dunkin' Donuts! What does this translate to? Acknowledge me, care about me, I'm lacking so much self worth that by you reaching out to me I feel validated.

Let's try my "problem friend". "I cannot leave the office because shit always hit the fan." Work sucks. My feet hurt. What to do now, movies or going to sleep? I hate trusting people and getting screwed when I knew it was going to happen. Life sucks, then you die. I really need to give a rat's ass more often. What does this translate to? I am so scared of people achieving more than I can do, I will do whatever it takes to damage it so I'm the only one that shines. I am so unsure of myself, that I fear when others do better.

Hey. Take mine! My social persona is simple. I enjoy life. To. The. Max. And yes, I have no qualms about celebrating it. I go out, I travel, I drink, I go out to eat, I watch hundreds of films... And yep, I'll say it with joy. While I do struggle sometimes, the most that I focus my life on is on the little time we do have to smell, taste, live and enjoy the time I have on this planet. Do I get angry and shout it out? Yep I do sometimes. But if there is one thing I purposely DO NOT DO, ever, is let others see me sweat. I can have a bad day, a really sad day, and you will never know. Oh yeah, if I'm tired I'll let you know. If I'm frustrated with work? Never. If I'm having a bad time with someone? Prohibited. There are some things that I truly protect and only share with few people - and I'm amazed that I've never gone the "look at how miserable". I never air my relationship dirty laundry, nor my family or my client's. Why?

Why do you think THIS blog exists? WAS is where I write about what's bugging me, what scares me, what pisses the fuck out of me - with the pleasure that no one can pass me judgment because, hey - apart from the two lovely men that contribute from time to time - no one knows who I am. I'm more real here than any other place in the internet... with a great blanket of security wrapped around me.

So what's the point? Well, if we are now behaving like brands, then examine your copy and your design. Are you cool and make people want to have you... or is your campaign so full of crap no one really cares?

Food for thought. Much love, Me.

Sometimes you have to take a Leap of Faith.

Let me see if I can write this without getting too close for comfort...

A couple of weekends ago, life surprised me with an unexpected choice. Unexpected, apparently, only because I deemed it so. While I cannot go into gory details for reasons that are obvious - um, anonymity is a great thing - let's just say that, without looking, I walked into that little path in life we all have to take that changes things and you kind of have to decide if you are willing to walk it or go another route.

The thing is, that is the one single, little path I have always been afraid of walking.

Been there once. Did not enjoy the scenery. Got scared shitless. Thought I was better to just walk along the route and enjoy my life, sans being vulnerable.

I write this, because I need to. I need to work through my one huge fear, I need to understand that sometimes people do need to go another round in life, whatever it might ask you, no matter how beyond belief scared you are of doing it. Maybe by saying it out in the open you realize that all people at some point do fear change. Sometimes the big things scare us, sometimes small things.

Maybe this exercise helps you do what I'm doing - saying yes and going along for the ride. If I could give you an example of what this translates to, let's take roller coasters.

Once, I got in one. At first, I enjoyed the first moments of the ride. Then, I didn't. Then I really suffered the ups and downs. Then I just wanted to leave, but felt trapped. When I got out, I promised myself that I would never, for as long as I lived, got into one ever again. Nope. Let others enjoy that ride, let others laugh or scream. I wanna feel safe here, where I am the only one in control of how I feel.

Now, I'm back on the line, waiting to hop in that small car. You know what? I'm very happy to do so. I need to feel how it is, maybe I was on a wrong roller coaster, made of crap, and maybe if I get on a better one, built on solid ground and with a safer approach, maybe the ride will be one I will never forget and want to go again and again.

I'm a bit anxious, but it's ok to feel scared, I guess. But I cannot grow and really enjoy my life if I deny myself one more chance of testing the ride, right?

Wish me luck. Much love, Me.

Why...

Why do you honk your horn at me .000001 seconds after the traffic light has turned green?

Why does the dude selling bottled water on street have an iPhone 4 and I don't?

Why do you continue to blast your music when it clearly disrupts the peace?

Why do you call me only to keep me on call-waiting?

Why do you get upset when you are ticketed for a blatant parking violation?

Why do you fiddle with your phone throughout the entire movie?