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	<title>Comments on: The One About Trains, Tweets &amp; Lying Down In Public</title>
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		<title>By: Alex Fayle &#124; Someday Syndrome</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alex Fayle &#124; Someday Syndrome</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 19:32:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I regularly feel overwhelmed by the social media world. I&#039;m by nature a lots-of-alone-time person and I find reading/commenting on blogs and Twitter, MSN, Facebook, etc... totally invasive of my alone time.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alex Fayle &#124; Someday Syndrome´s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SomedaySyndrome/~3/_iqJwJ5UBbU/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;The choice of too much&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I regularly feel overwhelmed by the social media world. I&#8217;m by nature a lots-of-alone-time person and I find reading/commenting on blogs and Twitter, MSN, Facebook, etc&#8230; totally invasive of my alone time.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Alex Fayle | Someday Syndrome´s last blog post..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SomedaySyndrome/~3/_iqJwJ5UBbU/" rel="nofollow">The choice of too much</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Karen Swim</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karen Swim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 23:28:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@Friar, ROFL! I bet I could name them too! Sometimes I look at night without posting just to see, and sure enough!  I&#039;m with you, I love connecting with my friends online but I also enjoy offline time.  So, I guess we&#039;re not the ones missing anything. :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@Friar, ROFL! I bet I could name them too! Sometimes I look at night without posting just to see, and sure enough!  I&#8217;m with you, I love connecting with my friends online but I also enjoy offline time.  So, I guess we&#8217;re not the ones missing anything. <img src='http://wordsforhirellc.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Friar</title>
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		<dc:creator>Friar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 22:32:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve only been on Twitter for a few weeks.  But I can pretty much see that certain people are on at all hours of the day.  

6 AM.   Afternoon.   Supper time.  Midnight.    No matter what time I happen to randomly log on...the same few keeners are always there. .

 My God, do these people ever LEAVE!?

When Brett comes over for our weekly beer session, and we&#039;re relaxing and unwinding, and it&#039;s midnight.  sometimes we speculate:   &quot;I bet you so-and-so is on Twitter...right NOW&quot;. 

And they probably ARE. 

I think it&#039;s pretty sad, actually. 

When I&#039;m on my deathbed, the last thing I want to remember is that I spent &quot;lots of quality time&quot; in front of a computer monitor&quot;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve only been on Twitter for a few weeks.  But I can pretty much see that certain people are on at all hours of the day.  </p>
<p>6 AM.   Afternoon.   Supper time.  Midnight.    No matter what time I happen to randomly log on&#8230;the same few keeners are always there. .</p>
<p> My God, do these people ever LEAVE!?</p>
<p>When Brett comes over for our weekly beer session, and we&#8217;re relaxing and unwinding, and it&#8217;s midnight.  sometimes we speculate:   &#8220;I bet you so-and-so is on Twitter&#8230;right NOW&#8221;. </p>
<p>And they probably ARE. </p>
<p>I think it&#8217;s pretty sad, actually. </p>
<p>When I&#8217;m on my deathbed, the last thing I want to remember is that I spent &#8220;lots of quality time&#8221; in front of a computer monitor&#8221;.</p>
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