Hi, my name is Jen and I am completely addicted to this stupid Facebook app called FarmTown.
Because I apparently have no life and all the friggin' time in the friggin' world to spend planting and harvesting virtual crops.
This is not a challenging or involved game. You get a farm. You plow some fields. You buy some seeds from the store and plant them. You wait and harvest them when they are ready, then you sell them in a virtual market. You plow more fields and plant more seeds with the proceeds. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I am dork, hear me roar.
I can't even claim the title of dork, because at least the role playing games are interesting. This is just gardening without the rewards.
What has the computer done to my life?!? I have a husband, so this isn't sexual frustration driving me. I have a backlog of four books and a dozen magazines. There's LOST and House and Days to watch. Oh, and you know, meals to make, clothes to wash, houses to clean...all that trivial nonsense. Plus, my crocheting! Because it would be a shame to squander that particular talent.
Do you know why I'm awake at 11 pm on a Tuesday night, writing a blog post? Because I planted some grapes earlier and they mature in a half hour or so. I'm waiting for my fucking virtual grapes to ripen so I can cyber-harvest them. Otherwise, they would wither and die and I'd be out 80 FarmTown coins. What a tragedy.
I am sick. And pathetic. And checking to see if those damn grapes are ready to pick.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
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Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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8 comments:
OMG- your grapes will be ready to harvest in 30 minutes? That is hilarious! Why don't you use some Fram Coins to buy some sort of chemicals to spray on your grapes and make them ripen faster? Then you can harvest, sell them and then go to bed? Of course, then you won't be able to sell them for many Farm Coins to Virtual Whole Foods BUT you would get to go to bed sooner.
Yes, you are sick sick sick, just like Kathy who spends her WHOLE day tending her Lil Green Patch.
BTW. Lots of my friends are thanking you from the bottom of their hearts for turning them on to David Dust.
CP: I totally would, but I don't have enough Farm Coins to buy the spray!
Ramona: Isn't he the best??? I thank God for the day he commented on my Project Runway post!
Facebook is evil - get out of there now, while you still can.
Or, hire yourself some sexy virtual farmhands, and let them do all the work on your "farm".
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
I am dork, hear me roar.
Bwhahahahahahah. Nice. I haven't really gotten addicted to Facebook yet... but I remember the feeling with MySpace. Ugh.
Love facebook, hate those darn farm gifts. I can't NOT accept them. I feel compelled to plant the trees and feed the animals. It is a sad, serious addiction. I understand your pain!
sounds like fun! i am so addicted to facebook as well... now you have me intrigued with this app.
oh honey....STEP AWAY FROM THE FACEBOOK! It's evil! Seriously....blogs are such time-suckers all on thier own but then you add FB to the mix??? and come on girl, you gotta get something from all that gardening! ;)
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