Now I'm hooked! Looking feverishly at night for an excuse to turn on the camcorder and record something, anything I can find on the music rack or buried deep inside the piano bench. I won't get through Sunday without that video cam staring me down, daring me to complete anything without a major glitch. I see the red warning light on the cam, telling me I forgot to change the cassette. I'll never finish my Bach Invention 13 in the few seconds I have left.
Is this a bad dream, or am I suffering full blown You Tube withdrawal symptoms? Where's the 24 hour support group to contact at this ungodly hour?
Are there others combing the shelves of their homes, digging up albums to prop up on their music rack so they can tweak the tripod, and charge up the battery for the zillionth time?
It's too quiet around here. All I can decipher in the weighted silence of my bedroom, is my cat's jingling collar bell that lets me know where he is.
When I you tube, "Aiden," my gorgeous and affectionate male feline, is off limits in the recording area. But lately, I've been thinking, if he learned to climb onto the keyboard, dance across it in a coquettish way, he might get more than a 1,000 "hits" in one day. Or better yet, I should train him to "play" the piano like Nora, the Cat of You Tube fame. No, that's not where it's at for You Tube fans. Aiden needs to learn how to flush the toilet or use it, himself. Now, we're talking!
No, I don't need my pet hooked on the Internet. That will make two compulsively compromised inhabitants of this home.
I think I'll check my websites. Or shouldn't I? That's another burgeoning addiction. How many do I have now? I can hardly keep track of the hyperlinks to Digg, Twitter, Twitter meme, Etsy, OLX, that originate at Teach Street, Facebook, CD Baby, My Space, Amazon, Amazon Artist Store, Authors Den, and now Word Press. Oops I forgot Linked In, which may or may not connect up with Xing. Did I get them all right? Oops, I have to keep up with Craig's List postings that are about to expire, and My Space has a fusion unfriendly site where I always forget my password. Now I'm up to 9 letters that are so hard to remember that I'll end up changing them in a day or two if I don't lose my sanity before I next log in.
Meanwhile I should check one of my websites that allows me free postings if I keep writing articles that award me "points." Uh oh, I forgot my password so I can't get in. Where's that shriveled up piece of paper with the gazillion passwords? Believe it or not, I've had worse tragedies in my life. Last month, during a web drivenoverhaul, my Teach Street.com credits disappeared along with my teacher reviews, bio entries, and YOU TUBE links! I must have sent twenty emails to the site manager that were desperately crying out for help! Which reminds me, what about my you tube tags? They keep vanishing so I have to compulsively re-enter them. And if I dare to put the aspect ratio code in the wrong box, my videos will come up beside Narco, X Files, and Internet love sites. This is driving me mad!
Okay, it's nearly 3 a.m. and I can't silence those You Tube gremlins who are telling me to sign in and upload, NOW!!
But I'm going to tough it out and go cold turkey. That's only way to put these demons in their place once and for all!
