Lardball all a-twitter

This cat is an example of what my brain feels like when I have been looking at twitter; i.e., overstuffed. I recently joined Facebook at the behest of my sister, and am already overwhelmed by the minutiae that can be reported on a second-by-second basis through that website alone. So, twitter, in all its glory, is overkill. I need not know what people are up to at every moment, and frankly, I don't want to know. Yes, I was impressed when I read that lawmakers were twittering about the event during the president's speech to congress a few weeks ago, and I understand the implications of getting news and other forms of info sent to me, but what becomes increasingly clear the more I explore the wild and wooly web is that I feel like it's TOO MUCH INFORMATION. I guess the way to look at these tools is that they give you the power to select exactly what you want to know, instead of just being bombarded by random stuff on webpages. Still. I am going to have to pass on the tweeting. And you kids get off my damn lawn, too!

Dancing, dancing, and more dancing.

Here are some silly dancing tigers to commemorate the weekend I just spent dancing my butt off. I got to go see Phish's reunion shows in Hampton, Va, after an almost 5 year "break up" (yeah right.) I saw their final shows in Vermont, for a total of 107, so these were my 108th, 109th, and 110th. They played really well, better than they had at the "goodbye" shows and for some time before that, and I'd venture to say that their set choices hearkened back to what I consider a "golden age" for Phish tour; somewhere between '96 and around '00. It was GRRREAT! Wonderful to see the Family again, and nice to know my 30-plus self can still bust a move for three nights running. I laughed, I cried, I spent a riDONKulous amount of money, I saw people from all over the country, and I slipped and fell on a beer-soaked floor 3 different times. A weekend well spent! Now, I'm back to work at my nifty job, and my continuing intrepid exploration of all that Web 2.0 has to offer. Whee!

Rss feeds are not tasty.

Here is an actual feline pimp for your pleasure.

This post is satisfying my blog alter ego; the one that must comment on web 2.0 training, not tigers and their habits or associations. I learned about how to set up a reader and link RSS feeds to it today. This is an awesome feature of web 2.0 for some, I'm sure. I am still hooked on the anticipation of checking to see if a celebrity has worn a terrible outfit or my sister is cooking over one hundred cupcakes for her childrens' school party. I guess I don't consider my time valuable enough, yet, to give up surfing the web for all the things I'm interested in. But, I can understand the value of the feature, certainly for people who have busier lives than mine, or are interested in a vast variety of sites on the web. And I definitely think it is a wonderful application for libraries. I can just see moms getting their storytime schedules fed to them instantly, and what if people could get pre-overdue notices this way? Endless possibilities, really.

Tigers, piglets, and family life.

This here is a tiger with several piglet babies. Dressed as tiger babies, naturally. Because were they not in poorly constructed tigerlet suits, they would be snacks, and not her precious brood. This is a lesson for us all. Babies dressed as alternate mammals are still in need of milk. Even if it is from a big ferocious carnivore. And babies who are getting that milk from said carnivore should not look like dinner.

They should look like little pimps, instead.