Old Dogs
I thought all my blog energy was tapped out; I was wrong.
I have just wrapped my brain around the concept of lolcats. All you young whippersnappers out there may laugh at my innocence, but I am still working on this whole internets thing.
For you old people (and no, I STILL don't understand what it's supposed to mean when somebody "pokes" me on Facebook), go to this website. (One of the many things I don't understand about these internet tubes is how to credit photos, so I don't dare post pictures that aren't mine, lest I be apprehended by THE INTERNETS POLICE! I'm pretty sure they actually come out of the computer and wear black rubber suits.)
Anyway, it's weird. People are weird.
I have just wrapped my brain around the concept of lolcats. All you young whippersnappers out there may laugh at my innocence, but I am still working on this whole internets thing.
For you old people (and no, I STILL don't understand what it's supposed to mean when somebody "pokes" me on Facebook), go to this website. (One of the many things I don't understand about these internet tubes is how to credit photos, so I don't dare post pictures that aren't mine, lest I be apprehended by THE INTERNETS POLICE! I'm pretty sure they actually come out of the computer and wear black rubber suits.)
Anyway, it's weird. People are weird.
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