Talking about social media is a pretty tired topic. But I haven’t been using Facebook for the last few months. Now that I’m posting some UofM stuff on Facebook I occasionally scroll through my newsfeed. The posts that always surprise me are the deeply confessional – both the explicated detailed and the intentionally vague. I don’t understand that at all.
I’ve tried to be a little more open with the Epilogues, but I would never post anything like I see in my Facebook feed. I understand that culturally there has been a shift to posting your life on social media. I get the vacation pictures. I understand the favorite videos and links. But the confessionals absolutely mystify me.
I wish I could stop thinking about it, but it is like my brain is itching. The only relief is thinking which scratches the itch.
I deleted the last few paragraphs. I equated these types of posts and terrorists. I went down a far too serious rabbit hole.
Jesus Christ. I’m pushing the emergency M.U.S.C.L.E. eBay auction eject button.
– If any of these Nestle Quik auctions are left by Friday, then I will be stunned.
– I still believe all CUTIE’s should be thrown in the ocean. This is a good start.
– $165 BIN. Guess the auction.
– $500 BIN. Guess how many Flesh figures are in the lot.
– This auction made me feel old. I can’t see it.
– I wish this was for only the rainbow-ish figure.
– Is it better to sell this as 20 figures and an old box?
– Oh good, “2 Accessories.”
Three weeks. Three weeks and I’m down to eight auctions.
Towards the end of my march towards a Master Set I became…unfocused. That’s probably an overly generous explanation of my own behavior. The fact that I overlooked I already had a Dark Blue #228 is excellent evidence of that lack of focus.I haven’t had to think about my “Final 11” since my very cool #107 experience. Wednesday was the first day I thought about them again. I was preparing the #183 figure for the figure guide. I was in autopilot as I snapped pictures. But as I started writing something clicked, “Hey, this is a Class A.”
That’s when I realized I didn’t have the Green figure in the picture. If someone is willing to loan me the figure, then please email me. I’ll snap the picture and then send him back home.
But this Final 11 mixed with my pick-up this week stirred something in me. Do I want to try and get the Final 11? I don’t know, but it’s the first time I’ve even entertained the question in years.