For years, I’ve gotten used to interacting with high-tech/web colleagues via social media sites like Facebook, Flickr, Twitter and the like, but the deeper life connections being made within Facebook are just too strong to avoid. Staying in touch with industry colleagues is great- don’t get me wrong – but the depth and breadth of connections on Facebook trump any of the other social sites hands-down.

So- I’m probably going to find myself posting on Twitter less and less, and Facebook more and more (especially as FB can send Twitter my status updates anyway). Interesting.

• You have to post the rules before you give your answers.
• You must list one fact about yourself beginning with each letter of your middle name. (If you don’t have a middle name, use your maiden name or your mother’s maiden name).
• At the end of your blog post, you need to tag one person (or blogger of another species) for each letter of your middle name. (Be sure to leave them a comment telling them they’ve been tagged.)

So here’s the answers, so I can get back to my rather insane Friday and still leave the office at a reasonable hour. Didn’t think I’d be doing this on my own hours, did you?

My middle name is, believe it or not, Scott. Feel free to guess my real first name.

• S = sarcastic. I’m not sure I’d have a communication style at all if sarcasm didn’t exist. If you didn’t see that one coming, be very careful in crosswalks.
• C = cat lover. Had one dog – a golden retriever named Tarka – who was absolutely amazing, but also the most needy companion I’ve ever had in my life. She passed painlessly of natural causes when I was about 27, and in honor of her storied life I’ll never own another dog again. Cats are much more self-sufficient and snarky, which (if you caught the first bullet point) is more my speed these days.
• O = overloaded. I always have more going on than I’ve physical and mental bandwidth to process. This has been either the direct or indirect cause of every failed relationship I’ve ever had, and the reason I take things way too seriously at times.
• T = terror on 4 strings. Just throw me a bass guitar, and I’ll rock the house into shambles. Seriously. If I could pick one thing I do better than anything else in my bag ‘o skills, it’s thumping a bass. Only problem- I fucking HATE the music industry, so rock stardom was something I took a pass on years ago. Sorry, ladies.
• T = total clean freak. I can’t leave the kitchen until all the dishes are done and either put away or in the washer, I can’t leave the living room until my empty drink glass and coaster are returned to their places of origin, and I’m compelled to pick up trash, close open cabinets and doors, and Windex counters should they stray beyond the general range of cleanliness. Oddly enough, closets are the only exception to this rule, and I basically use ‘em as junk drawers to get random personal items out of sight while I figure out what to do with them. Step at least a few paces back should you open my office closet, or I’m not responsible for injury.
• Y = Y the fuck am I still typing this? I’ve got work to do. (this is a bonus letter, as I still – for some unfathomable reason – get called ‘Scotty’ on a regular basis. Ugh.)

As the curse of these memes is to tag someone else to play along in chain-letter fashion (and god knows I have no patience for chain letters and pyramid schemes), I’ll simply tag someone who has bit on these hooks before, and break the rules of ‘one per letter’ with wanton abandon. Plus, she’s expecting her first child in short order, so probably has some pent-up editorial angst to work out.

Wendy, you’re up!

(note: apologies that you can’t even complain directly, as comments are currently disabled here while I sort out my latest Movable Type upgrade nightmare. Hah!)

[From Tom Cruise Uncut: The Freedom Medal Award Ceremony]

What a colossal asshat, that guy.
And I’d thought his Oprah appearance was the creepiest thing I’d seen before now…but yikes.