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This Week’s Word Is FODDER

turkey faceActually, last week’s word was fodder.  But last week, it sounded more like fobba.  I had a cold, not the swine flu, just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill cold.  Still hanging around, but definitely not as bad as last week.  I can finally meander more than 4 inches from a Kleenex box.  And I can finally spend some time at the computer without getting dizzy.  Ahhhh, it’s good to be connected to the “real” world again 🙂

Now, back to our word of the week.  Dictionary.com lists a few definitions of the word, but the one that interests me, and that was totally in context for me, is this one:

raw material: fodder for a comedian’s routine.

See, I have a colleague, not the colleague of the disappointing typography, but another one.  No, not the colleague in love either.  This is a whole ‘nother colleague.  This colleague, I am sorry to say, provided the fodder for my rant today.  Let me start by saying, I like her.  She is smart.  She is funny.  She laughs at my jokes.  She is also a Facebook friend.  Sigh.

She started playing Farmville.  Her news feeds started including a few “So&So just harvested some ragweed on her farm” and “So&So found a lost sewer rat on her farm”…or something along those lines.  I kidded her about it at work.  No big deal.  She just joined to have people stop hounding her with requests.  I could relate.

But then things changed.  So&So actually put in a status update that Farmville is fun.  I told her I was disappointed in her.  Then the news feed grew to the point where I thought she might be the only person left on Facebook.  She publicly asked friends to help her raise a barn.  She won a “Crap Whisperer” blue ribbon.  She found extra bags of fertilizer.  Really.

Then last week she told me of her “long term goals”.  Going back to school, perhaps?  Travelling?  Retiring?  Nope.  None of the above.  Her long term goal is to acquire enough money to separate her land in Farmville and put a villa on the “vacation” half.  That is when she officially became fodder.

If I ever join Farmville, shoot me.

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  • Jen

    Me too. I rarely go on Facebook but I do feed my blog into it. I stopped by one day and noticed a friend had also asked for help with a barn raising. I was stunned. I didn’t know he had moved to the country and asked when he did. How embarrassing.
    .-= Jen´s last blog ..Stanley’s Hats =-.

  • Too funny! My colleague made a point of showing me an article about how Farmville is the number 1 Facebook game…she felt validated. I thought it was kinda sad 🙂

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  • mikewj at toomanymornings

    I love you, Nicky. Not because I know you, of course, but because of this line: “the colleague of the disappointing typography.”

    Brilliant! And funny.

  • *blush*

    Thank you!

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