I’m 32 years old. I’d like to think I still have a pulse on what the kids are into these days. Sometimes the pulse may be a little hard to find like you look over at your great Aunt Mable and she appears unresponsive, so you start performing CPR only to discover she was just resting her eyes half way between a bite of mashed potatoes and peas. Hard to find or not, it’s there. For the most part I can turn on the radio and tell you the song and artist that’s being played. I have an entire IMDB library in my head and can spout off random and completely useless facts that benefit absolutely no one about various celebrities. I’m so fashion forward I CHOOSE to only wear sweats because I don’t want to induce a frenzied riot in Walmart while I’m buying a gallon of milk and not because I fell asleep in them the night before and figure with a baseball hat no one will be able to tell the difference. But I digress.
One of my assignments for my c lass in a few weeks is to create a glogster. That’s glogster with two Gs, not to be confused with globster which is what I kept referring to it as. Just so you know, according to Wikipedia a globster is “an unidentified organic mass that washes up on the shoreline of an ocean or other body of water.”
You know what else I learned from Wikipedia? What a glogster is. How sad is that? I’m on Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, not 1 but 2 blogs, Flickr, and probably a whole host of stuff I can’t even remember. But I had to look up the definition of what a glogster is after my forty something year old professor with no kids told me to create one for class.