Archive for August, 2009

Surviving without Twitter

August 7th, 2009 No comments

Networking, conversations, DM’s, RT’s, links, picture sharing, and naked video spam came to an abrupt halt yesterday when Twitter was taken down.

Those first few hours of realizing I was without my 140-character voice was gripping.  I imagined myself in a world without communication, as if a bomb had struck, as I hit refresh again and again.  What if I was the only one that couldn’t get on and missed something interesting?  What if I had something witty to say?  What if I got a DM and couldn’t reply?  What if I got a new follower and couldn’t return the courtesy fast enough?  What if a client got mad that I hadn’t increased their followers that day?

Starting to shake, I scooped my daughter up and headed off to Deanna Rose Children’s Farmstead.  (Did you know it’s humid in Kansas in August, and you probably shouldn’t go outside in jeans?)  We pet goats and cows, fed ducks and geese, and I watched her climb and slide on playgrounds.   I was surprised by the crowd for a Thursday morning; there were a lot of small tour groups, teenage couples, grandparents, SAHM’s, and even dual parents with kids. 

As I wondered how many of those dual parents were on staycations and how many were victims of the economy (or perhaps both), a sweet faced woman, Becky smiled at me and complimented my daughter.  Soon after starting to chat, she explained that after being laid off in March and unable to find a job, she was starting her own business.  Sure enough, she asked for my email and phone number, to help her with marketing; just as if we’d met on Twitter.

How did you survive without Twitter?

The Fall of the Billboard

August 2nd, 2009 No comments

If a billboard falls in the middle of a field, does anyone notice as they’re speeding past?

Driving across the middle of the country, kids and husband finally sleeping, I had time for my favorite long drive activity: looking at billboards.  As I started searching for those ridiculous headlines that you see so often in the middle of nowhere, I found the scenery to be more frightening than humorous.  Sign after sign posted variations of, “Your Ad Here.”

As a lover of media and advertising, I felt a cold shudder.  It was like driving through my childhood neighborhood, turned into a ghost town.  For the first time since my own bad news and layoff, I felt true fear.  I found myself wishing that my kids’ whining was still a distraction as I held my breath through the graveyard.

On the upside, among all of the empty space, I still found a few of those nutty little advertisers that need our help.  For instance, after being served a 3-board teaser message about Jesus, we were delivered to the doors of the XXX Adult Video Store and Massage Parlor.  At least God and porn still have budgets.