About 10:30 last night, I dropped into a disco here in town called “Groovy’s”.

Imagine Sartre’s “No Exit” with a cast of about 200.

There’s a juke box that will, at times, overtake the DJ and there were about three dozen girls shoving quarters in the jukebox and punching up Michael Jackson tunes. Everytime “Thriller” played, the confetti came down from above the disco ball in the ceiling and the fog machine cranked up.

What, in the name of all that’s Holy and Sacred, was I thinking?

So, I have this little running joke with a friend about memories worthy of being repressed and I thought I was being hilarious and sending her private “Tweets” about this experience. Feel free to peruse them in the column at right.

Fuck technology. I tweeted or twatted or whatever you call it to the world at large. My children follow my twitter feeds and they also display on this page. If you run across my dignity, it seems to have gone missing. If you’d like to return it, you’ll have to look under my bed to find me, I’m hiding my face from the world.

It’s no less, I suppose, than what I deserve. I’ve spent the week enjoying schadenfreude.

One of my internet forays lately has turned up a site called FMyLife and it’s been giving me belly laughs.

FML has a particular format: Today, an ordinary thing happened. Then, things went south. FML. One of my favorites went something like this:

Today, I got a call from my child’s teacher asking for a parent conference. I called her back and she said my second grader had been telling everyone about my gay partner. I do have a partner. He is gay. He is my LAW partner. Now, my wife is laughing her ass off on the phone with my five older Mormon brothers in Utah. FML.

Since I laughed until I cried at this poor man’s troubles, I suppose it was only karma that I would experience something of the same.

It’s also been an education to read the texts and FMLs of a younger generation. I’m not going to link because you can go to the urban slang dictionary via Google like I did, but there’s a whole world of behaviors and words that are/were brand new to me. For example, I looked up: queef, motorboating, felching, dutch oven (verb), and top decking. Consider carefully before you look up these terms since they are words that describe what I think of as unusual sexual or scatalogical activities.

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