Notes From My Nightstand: On Pinterest Invites & Prickly Diseases
So, I’ve given no sign of life for over a week now. And I realize that, in the blogosphere, this kind of M.I.A. is nearly equivalent to readership suicide.
Well, here’s the deal, cherished folks who have chosen to stick around: even magical faerie-beings such as myself get sick sometimes, and my immune system has spent the past 7 days wielding shield and sword against an army of germs that gives new meaning to the word rhinovirus. (Which is a pretty dubious word, to begin with.)
This does not, however, concretely imply that I’ve been doing nothing with my bitter, Ricola-scented ass than rolling around in bed whining in self-pity and playing with my boyfriend’s Nintendo DS, while sniffling half-heartedly to the sounds of The Doors: The Essential Rarities.*
Oh, no; this grave period of my waning life has also been filled with hard work, intermittent research, and occasional revelation.
For example, yours truly found herself dedicating 72 entire hours to figuring out how the fuck to use the Pinterest forum.If you aren’t already familiar with this organizational tool -meets- online community, here’s a description that I copied from the website’s “About” section:
Pinterest is a social catalog service. Think of it as a virtual pinboard — a place where you can post collections of things you love, and “follow” collections created by people with great taste.
Simple enough, right?
Not if your name is Kitty.
3 out of 4 times that I tried to pin anything, all I got was an unsatisfying little “failure” message. To be fair, this is probably due more to my capricious Wifi connection than to actual error on the part of the P-man. (After all that mutual suffering, I think it’s safe to say the network and I are on bromance terms.)
Once I got past those early discouragements, I successfully created my first pinboard, in which I wallow along a nostalgic trail of sick-person cravings with the veneration and the attention span of a child. I called the board “Hivernal Comforts.”
When I’m not feeling lazy, I generally like to give credit where it’s due, so I will say this: I owe my newfound Pinterest to the mystic and captivating Gabriela, to whom I should have expressed my sad confusion in the first place. (She’s also really nice and I’m sure she’d have helped out during those 4,320 minutes of solitary frustration.) Edit: Ben over at Pinterest is also extremely nice, and probably more used to helping out technological rejects like me.
Anyway, if anyone out there is interested in setting up his/her own Pinterest account, I’ve got 5 invitations to distribute, so let me know in the comments section. It is a rather fun and useful service, especially for bloggers, and has loads of interesting/inspiring images to browse.
Before I dive out for the afternoon, I’d like to anounce the winner of my Great Recession giveaway.
RACHEL, you’re the winner!!!
A cheap, but warm-wishing envelope will soon be traversing the Channel to meet you in snowy London.
I’ve got several painful/funny stories and serious/mindfucking articles to share with you all, but for now I’ll take a humble bow and continue my vodka shot + suppository treatment plan.
Wishing you happy sneezes and a sufganiot-filled Chanukkah!
*Although that would constitute a well-informed hypothesis.