fun for a fortnight

On the grounds that I really need to be subtracting addictive pastimes from my life rather than adding them, I deactivated my Facebook account. I wish I was better at moderation (especially as then I could have TV!). With the Facebook thing, I have to also confess that it alternatively made me feel old or like I was just one Corvette purchase away from a full-blown midlife crisis.

BTW, with Facebook RPS, you are assigned 100 credits to wager with other people. I was running ahead, but then lost two consecutive 50 point games to Emily that just about wiped me out. She, meanwhile, moved into the Top 10 for Wisconsin. The hard part of these two losses was that I felt, genuinely, outplayed. Somebody should get the Facebook RPS data and do an analysis like Levitt and whomever did for penalty kicks in soccer.

BTW-BTW, thanks everyone for petting my Wallaby. It moved from being "doleful" or "disappointed" whatever the lowest mood on the list was to being "beloved", "cherished", "revered", and then finally "glorified" (this is not, incidentally, how I would necessarily rank these moods if I was the one writing the scale).