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Egad I hate lawyers

A few weeks ago, I received a waiver which I agreed to sign over the phone. When it arrives I notice that I was named the “son” of the “decedent.”  After a call to the lawyer, a corrected copy arrives via email for me to print out.

Then I notice the document had me living in the county and state where the “son” of the “decedent” lives. After consulting with the lawyer AGAIN, I correct the document myself before going notary hunting.

Fine.  All done, right?  Nope.

In comes a new waiver to sign.  I agree to it as well, sign it, and send it back (fortunately certified with return receipt) within 5 business days (4 considering the holiday).  That’s not too shabby I think.

But on 2 June, I get a rather curt, lawyerly email hinting that I haven’t sent it.  I respond that I sent it out 29 May and I suspected it would therefore arrive any day now.

What I didn’t do is look up the return receipt on the postal service’s website.  I just did.  And guess what they attempted to deliver to the lawyer’s office 7 hours *prior* to her curt note to me.  Give up? <SNL Church Lady voice>Could it be…. A WAIVER?</SNL Church Lady voice>  And as best as I can tell, it’s living at the post office because I don’t have my signed receipt yet.  I’m sure this is somehow my fault….

Holy cow.  I can’t wait to see what the next missive brings….

Finally! (Got the tools worked out)

After playing around with all of these different social networking and microblogging tools, I have finally figured out how they fit together for me:

1. If it’s a comment, and one I’d just ‘toss out’ in a crowded room, it’s a tweet.
2. If it’s bigger than a tweet but smaller than a bread box blog entry, or if it could use some proper(ish) markup, or if I wouldn’t necessarily shout it out, it’s a tumbl.  I like being able just to write here, I like pretty text, I like being able to edit old items, and I like being able to expose (or not expose) indvidual items to the world at large.
   
3. If it’s for a community, it belongs in that community’s room in FF. “Sharing” things directly in FF that are not intended for a particular community/room for the most part doesn’t work for me:  Single-line entry, character count limits, no pretty text, and why bother because I have Twitter and Tumblr, BUT:
   
4. FF does the best job of aggregating stuff — especially when you consider that you want people to be able to comment on/respond directly to that stuff — so I’ll let FF do that work.  And I’ll keep Tumblr from doing it.  Duplication bites, and I’ve been guilty of it.
5. The number of the tools shall be three, no more, no less.  Plurk Five is right out.

Screw variety; compartmentalization is the spice of life — or at least it’s a handy little pill I can take when I forgot (again!) to pick up the Ritalin….  (Guess I need a social networking reminder tool so that everyone I know with ADHD can talk about how we forgot to pick up the Ritalin even though we have this great tool which told us….)