Apparently, my ability to keep ideas for this blog in my mind for more than a few minutes is non-existent. And even though I strive to keep recording devices to hand… it’s a rather hilarious situation. To me, at least – if I didn’t laugh, I might just start punching kittens (not really – I love kittens too much).

I do sort of remember what I wanted to mumble about today – personal placement in the digital age. And by that, I mean the physical meatspace placement, such as vacation… from which I returned yesterday. Yessh, I had an especial reason for slacking, bwah ha ha! It was fine, thanks for asking – we went to Norwich (oh dear, wrong hemisphere!) and stayed in a nice little house and didn’t do super much of anything for a few days, which suits me just fine. My husband and I aren’t the sort that go places to see as much as possible – we pick like.. *a* thing a day, do that, and otherwise enjoy ourselves by relaxing, which we need. We did, it was great, and now we’re back home settling back into normal life after a few days away.

But here’s the point – I tried to limit how many people knew I was going to be out of my house for x period covering y days. Perhaps it’s a bit paranoid of me, but in this overconnected age, it seems prudent to me to not let potentially thousands of people know that your house is there, empty; my cats don’t make good guard pets, even if they are devastatingly cute. And while I might not have many local friends to worry about, nor do I widely broadcast personal details, I still think it prudent to obfuscate the exact period my home will be unoccupied and full of nice computers. Not that we left things to chance, either – the in-laws made sure to come over and check on the cats and so forth, so we could relax knowing that someone would be able to let us know if something dire happened (not that it was likely, but as said – perhaps I’m paranoid!) .

So with that in mind, I tend to be a bit bemused at people who tell everyone where they’re going to be all the time. And by that, I don’t mean someone dropping a note on Facebook saying they’re going down the pub for their birthday, come along. Though I will kind of raise my eyebrows at those who will do that on Facebook, but not think about the fact that they’ve friended everyone, from their Mafia Wars buddy to the kid who used to steal their lunch money in elementary school. Or what your work hours are like. Or that you’re always at karaoke on a Thursday, the bar on a Friday, and the park on a Saturday. Ego factor aside – not everyone needs to know your every move, and it’s just not safe to broadcast it without thinking about who will see it anyways. I just… really hope that people bust out some common sense on this as the world gets even more connected, rather than trying to sue Google because they leave their garage open and a mapping van spotted it.

Common sense – get some. And me, I’m going to go take my mangled brain and get some gaming on. Have a good end of weekend!

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