Melissa Runs

Sometimes, Melissa runs her legs. Sometimes, she runs her mouth.

Month: April 2010

My Twitter Story

It is the one year anniversary of the LRTweetup community and someone over there, I think Tsudo, wants us to tell our Twitter story. Or more specifically our LRTweetup story

According to my stats, I signed up for a twitter account on June 16, 2007. Yes, that’s right! 2007. I guess to talk about the twitter story, I have to go back to thePamie story . . . or maybe online journaling in general. Apparently, people have been writing about their lives online since 1994. Here is some history here and here is a fairly accurate wikipedia entry.

I discovered Pamie’s online journal, Squishy, in 2000. This was before blogger and movable type. Seriously, they didn’t exist back then and so people who wrote things on the internet had to hand code each page. Usually this meant making up some sort of template and then cutting and pasting the “journal entry”. She wrote about her day, gave her cats personalities and their own entries, and every Valentine’s day she wrote these hilarious and bizarre poems. It turned out in 2000 that there were a whole lot more of these “online journal” things including this funny guy named Stee who wrote Plaintive Wail, and a guy named Rob who worked IT at a “fancy pants college in New Haven, Connecticut”. Well there ended up being a whole bunch of people that in the grand scheme really wasn’t that many people and they chatted with each other on listserves and forums, had awards for the journals (best writing, best entry, best layout. etc.) and then everybody wanted to meet everybody else and they started having “JournalCon”.

Well I hung out on those forums during law school and met people and all that. I hung out on pamie’s forum (she doesn’t have one anymore). At one point, a bunch of people (who were not me) went to Vegas and sang over the top karaoke at a dive bar. It has since burned down. Pamie has also set up the dewey donation system to help out libraries. It started because one of her local libraries had a wish list of books and she got readers of her page to buy the books on the wish list.

And even though Pamie is too busy to run a forum, those connections are still there. I can name weddings that resulted from people meeting on that forum. Yeah that’s a little bizarre even for me. In fact, I think I heard about twitter from one of those folks. I know that my first batch of people I followed were based on connections from there.

And as a result of keeping up with former classmates and friends in DC and those internet folks who I like to think of as friends in the way you would call a pen pal your friend, I’ve been online for quite a while with an ebb and flow of how much time I put into the whole process. Right now in small town Arkansas, I tend to put more time due to the dry county, lack of single professionals in town, and the ease of logging into twitter on the crackberry.

I went to my first LRtweetup to meet David Kinkaide and Blake Rutherford. I am a big fan of their blogs and since they were both going to be at Copper Grill, I thought I would go check it out, meet some folks, and meet some of my “local net heroes.” (damn did I just sound like a nerd groupie. I think I just did). And I did meet them. I also met other people as well and I had a good time and met lots of fun, friendly, interesting people. Oh and I was thinking about moving to Little Rock.

Over the year, I have met other people and gone to other tweetups. It’s a friendly and entertaining group who are there for you when you are up and are praying for you when you are down. They managed to save the dean of UALR Law School’s life. (well sorta) I’ve had the opportunity to meet people that I wouldn’t have met under any other circumstances and to share ideas with people whom I probably wouldn’t have had time if I had to do it one on one. It also reminds me that I am not alone and the world is bigger than the town I am in.

While the internet and twitter doesn’t replace face to face time, it does give you the opportunity to keep in touch and meet people. Strangely enough, the LRTweetup community reminds me of the initial old school online journaling from the late 90s early 2000s which is why I brought it up in the first place. And well social media was around back then, before it was called social media. And like all things social, some of the people I’ve met at LRTweetup will be friends for years and others will fade into the background. The internet doesn’t change human behavior, it only augments or diminishes certain facets of it.

So it will be interesting to see what happens.

As far as the “power of social media” goes. Since so many of the LRTweetup folks are in PR, I will give the where are they now spiel.

Pamie managed to turn her journal into a bona fide writing career in the entertainment industry. One of the fellow online journalling folks named “Glark” and “Wing Chun” (No I don’t know their real names” liked her snark and asked her to write for a website called Television Without Pity. As you can see, Bravo has since bought it or powers it. I can’t keep up. And she has three books in print and has worked on several television shows. Read the about me page.

Stee was trying to make it in Hollywood and now he is a staff writer for Weeds. Yes that Weeds.

Rob published a book called Schuyler’s monster about his daughter being born with a rare neurological disorder that doesn’t allow her to talk very well, if at all.

It will be interesting to watch what great things the LRTweetup community does in the future.

This one time at band camp….

Bullet points/things I've done.

I will probably elaborate on these later but there are no guarantees.

  • I attended the UALR Black Law Students’ Association banquet at the Governor’s Mansion. I took pictures. I had lovely conversations. Then I acted likea complete dork. The end.
  • I joined the local chapter of the NAACP
  • I attended my 15 year college reunion. I made peace with the bad stuff. Oh it’s still bad stuff and sucks donkey balls but I think I’m finally at a point where I’m not bitter. Yeah it took 15 years for the bitter to go away. What? it was some fucked up shit.
  • Bill Halter town meeting in my town. Nice turn out. Some slight xenophobia.
  • The evil Dr. K popped up on facebook. Aye carumba
  • So many CLE’s in the next month.
  • Finally feeling productive. No really. Bonafidely productive.

Easter wrap up and family togetherness

My father is one of six siblings. His father is one of eight or nine siblings. My father’s mother is one of eight or ten siblings. Once upon a time, my Grandfather’s family and my Grandmother’s family were next door neighbors. They lived in the country. At some point, the families moved to town but the land and the farm house remained.

The Farm house

This was where my grandfather and grandmother would spend every summer in the blistering Arkansas heat without any electricity or any running water. Also, this served as a deer camp for the family. I have childhood memories of everybody coming to the place, hanging out, and waiting to hear tales of the “next buck.”

blowing bubbles

In the distance, you can see a barn. There was hay in the barn and it also held tractors and whatnot. Back in the day, there were a gazillion cats living in that barn. There was also a smokehouse to the left of this shot. There is also a chicken house.

chicken coop

This is the chicken house. My grandmother didn’t eat eggs from a store until well into old age.


Now one of my Dad’s sisters keeps her chickens out there.

The well

Of course, without running water, there is a well. This is ours.

farm house kitchen

In the kitchen, pretty much everything was just put on the wall. You can see the water pump which was installed at some point to bring in water.


She cooked with a wood burning stove. My Dad still gets a kick out of cooking on that thing when we come visit.


With no running water, there is also no toilets. This is the outhouse. Oh craziness. its’ behind the chicken yard and directly behind the chicken coop from the farm house. So technically, no one could see you even if you left the door open.

Easter lunch (potluck)

Now my father is one of six kids and that ends up being a lot of people for Easter. One of my Dad’s sisters had five kids of her own. The first one of those kids had three kids. Now the oldest one of those three kids has two kids. You can see where I’m going with this. It is absolute chaos. So each “BIG FAMILY” celebration is potluck. Each member of the family brings a dish. The sister who had no kids and hates to cook ends up bringing drinks and the plates and utensils. It ends up being a crazy time.

There’s always dressing as in the big batch of cornbread stuffing that is usually eaten on Thanksgiving in most households. Then there is the dish known as “Dorito chicken” It’s the whitest of white trash of casseroles. It consists of boiled chicken that is then shredded, velveeta (the fake cheese product), Doritos, cream of mushroom soup, Rotel tomatoes, cream of chicken (I think) soup, and that’s it. I think. It’s been a while. Anyway, it ends up being mixed up and then baked until bubbly. This dish is sponsored by lipitor.

Hunting Easter Eggs

Yes there was Easter Egg hunting.

*cough* *cough*

Spring is upon us! Do you know what this means? Warm temperatures! Sun! Green leaves! Flowers!

And Pollen.


and lots

of pollen.

The thin yellow powder looks has formed a light film over the entire town. Gussying up cars, the sidewalks, and the sinuses of every being that has a sinus or two.

So there is coughing and sneezing.


and spitting up tapioca pudding style phlegm.

Wait? There’s no aching in allergies!.

And that pudding style stuff..

DAMN I got a COLD during Allergy season.

yes folks. I am sick. Been laying in the bed and sleeping a lot. Coughing so hard that I pee in my pants. Getting old isn’t pretty people. It’s not pretty at all.

I haven’t been to work in the past two days. I did go manage to have a great Easter with my extended family. I took lots of pictures. I will have to download them later.

Birthday cake

Birthday cake

Originally uploaded by melissathegoofy

Every year during most my adult life, my mother has brought me a tiny sheet cake and a mylar balloon for my birthday. It has become one of those cherished traditions and someday when I’m in the home, I’m going to be babbling to some nurse who is in charge of wiping the drool off my chin about how my Mama used to buy me a birthday cake for my birthday—every single birthday.

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