A stalker on the other hand...Facebook all the way. I'll come back to this in a second.
Last night was 31 cent night at Baskin Robbins. (still can't believe a cent sign is that pointless that my Blackberry, iPhone and Keyboard don't even bother to include it. $0.31 just doesn't have the same effect. Maybe I'm just getting old and curmudgeonly.) Some of you might remember the company being called 31 flavors, hence the $0.31 scoop deal.
We bought the kiddo's and ourselves some sweet creamy goodness. It was my 9 month old's first go round with happiness in a cup. The cold surprised him at first but then he wasn't taking no for an answer. My two and a half year old was a chocolate covered fool by the end of it. A local fire department had a truck out front and let the kids climb all over it and try on the uniforms. Good times.
Now I've seen many a friend scoff at the check in feature on Facebook. "Why would anyone care where I am as my FB status?" and other such logic seems to be applied. Screw off is what I say, you post that you're having your morning coffee. What's the difference in the scheme of mundane unimportance?
So I checked us in.
Here Now? I don't know these people!
And on a related note, you know how Apple maintains that they don't store your location on your iPhone? (Link) I call BS! Ever look at the places tab on your photos? That's not even zoomed all the way in. I can see hundreds of pin points around our house and neighborhood when I pull it.
Sadly, while it might seem like all of this really bothers me, I'm actually quite careless when it comes to privacy. Then again being a blogger implies you don't want to hide nearly as much as everyone.