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I'm back, for the moment

I haven't blogged in ages.  Do people still blog? Or is this so 2010? 

Why am I here tonight?  Two reasons.  One of my friends mentioned she has a blog (that reminded me I had one which made me think of reason 2 which is:) and I have started applying for jobs and got freaked out my blog, facebook page, twitter account, pinterest pinboard, linkedin profile and/or old-fashioned AOL email address, may be a deal breaker for some potential employer somewhere to determine my worth.

And then that begs the question: How in a virtual world does one apply for a job without worrying about their web self undermining their chances?

It's not like I have porn or photos of me simulating fellatio with a bratwurst on my accounts (can I just say "Thank God cell phones didn't have cameras when I went to college!" - not that I ever did anything like that with bratwurst), but what if someone doesn't like my obvious joy at finding Midget Elvis in Vegas? Or doesn't approve of my twitter bio? Or doesn't like that the last post on here, which was done in Oct. 2011, includes the word "jackass" and is proof I hate vacuuming?

I think I have privacy settings set to appropriate levels, but what if there's some link somewhere that I forgot to close off? Or someone is smarter with web stuff than I am (which would mean he/she is about 9) and can find a way to see my photos, read my tweets, browse my blog?  What if I decide to run for president, for cripes sake, and my opponent doesn't think I'm a cultural icon (my twitter bio)?...And what if my red hair messes up my passport renewal?

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