a Global Bridge

Remember my post from a few weeks ago - Wanted - Great Editor?  Well, it was a tongue-in-cheek post (since I blog for fun not $$), but sheesh, blogging on your own is tricky!!   Thought I'd post it again, for good humor, before the weekend (you have to laugh at yourself or else you'll be the only person in the room who's not laughin'!):

Ok, I confess.  I need an editor.  Quick, fast and in a hurry.  I find I'm suddenly doing a million things (on first draft, I wrote nillion, that's the Mommy in me coming out). Trying to find my niche in this vast, vast world that we call the Internet and I'm networking in every social network you can think of, writing online content, trying to keep up with the sudden requests that I've gotten to expand my presence in various ways (and I'm excited, thrilled to do that!).  But, I'm going to need some help (I do have four kids and a husband, you know).  So:

WANTED - One great editor.  Must be proficient in English, HTML, and all other languages (I don't know any others very well, except for basic French so take your pick).  Must have a love of social networking and social media topics.  Must like, in this order, the Beatles, Heirloom Tomatoes (if you can grow them, that's all the better), Fawlty Towers, Cannonball Adderly, Real Simple, Arrested Development, and Guinness (by the pint, thank you very much).  Must have great patience for a Piscesean, California born type.   Knowledge of Fay Weldon novels a plus!  Pay is minimal but the company is rich. (When I say company I mean me, my wonderful self, and I, and my ability to carry on a half way decent conversation, not a "company" as in inc., ha ha.).

Any takers?

Texting is a four letter word!

You scraped your knee as a kid and no one rushed to your side with Neosporin.

Power players in social media are only slightly older than your 19 year old son.

Multi-tasking means trying to remember if you were supposed to tweet that link or bookmark it...

One grey hair has turned into one hundred, seemingly overnight.

You remember the 1984 commercial vividly and without having to watch it on YouTube.

You look twice at kids pulling into your driveway and wonder, have they lowered the driving age?

Reunion is a concert you're attending on a Sunday night.

You heard John Hughes had died and you had flashbacks of sitting in the movie theater watching his flicks.

You heard Michael Jackson had died and you pulled out your LPs (LPs there's a dated term!).

Reading Dorothy Parker's Ballade at Thirty-five makes you wish you were that young again.

You think the Eagles should still be in their 40s.