Like, Love, and I hate it when . . .

Since this is my first post on my new blog, I thought I’d start it out with a half rant/half introduction. These are likes, loves, hates, and dislikes. It could go on a lot longer, but I think it’s a good start. It won’t be as funny, because I’ve got other work to do. I promised myself I’d get this blog started, and here it goes.
I like:
Typing. I learned to type so long ago that now it is as natural as speaking. I no more think of the letters I’m trying to type than I do the syllables I’m trying to pronounce. Of course, anyone who has heard me speak will not be impressed by this.
I hate:
That I’m a bad speller. I’m going to go ahead and take the blame on this one. I’ve tried lots of ways to correct this, but spell check has ruined me. It’s especially embarrassing when I only find out that there is a different form of the word "wave" when I use it INCORRECTLY in my Master’s class and it’s pointed out by someone FROM ANOTHER COUNTRY. Shit! I try very hard to do better, even going so far as to type my stuff out on WordPerfect before posting, but mistakes still slip through. PS - Microsoft Word sucks the ass of a dead mule.
I like:
Facebook. I don’t get a face full of metal rapper teeth every time I log on like I did with MySpace, and I’ve actually formed of network with people I haven’t been in contact with for over 20 years. It’s so good at keeping me updated on everyone’s life that now, when I get together with my Jersey pals, we don’t spend half the party catching up, we spend it partying! Also, I can be there for friends who may need me without the bother of a phone call. It seems no one calls anymore . . .
I hate:
Some of my Friend’s friends are stupid. Ok, maybe they’re not, but how can I tell? I don’t know them so I should give them the benefit of the doubt. I really can’t, though, when I see things like, ‘your’ when it should be ‘you’re’, ‘then’ vs ‘than’, and that stupid fucking text speak. If you write like this, sorry, I’m assuming you’re stupid. You may not be, but one cannot argue first impressions. Why would anyone hold up their ignorance for all to see? This is another reason I hate that I’m a bad speller, I don’t want to be seen as an idiot; especially by people I don’t know. Well, people I don’t know that I may get to know sometime in the future and they might remember that they thought I was an idiot. Yeah, them.
I love:
Dogs. They are our angels on earth. ‘Nuff said.
I hate:
people referring to pet owners as "mommy" or "daddy." You did not give birth to the dog. You did not sit on a cat egg until it hatched. It really makes me feel uncomfortable. I guess it’s because my stepmother took this to the extreme and referred to Eric and I as her dog’s "brothers." That’s just wrong.
I like:
Individualism. Because I was born a twin, I was always compared, lumped in, and categorized. We were both even punished when one, just one, did something. Nothing I did was ever judged on its own merits, it was always "they" and "the boys." I’ll take the credit for what I do, thank you, and I’ll take the blame for what I did. That’s maturity. I’m always looking for that "third option." I don’t WANT to do things the way everyone else does it, even if it means it’ll be easier. I want to be new, different, and innovative. Sometimes, it may even be impressive, but I’ll settle for the other three.
I hate:
Being pigeon-holed. I’ve been shoved into the following categories in my life: white, Navy, democrat, liberal, racist, war monger, middle class, non-traditional student, old, fat, atheist, geek, nerd, arrogant, and stupid American. None of these are 100% accurate, and are simply a shortcut to thinking. I especially hate it when I get branded by someone so that they have a reason to stop listening to what I have to say or discounting anything that I’ve said. All of these are at least to some degree accurate, and I will not deny them. Again, I’m not apologizing. These are all aspects of me. If, at any time, you want to place me firmly in either column A or column B, you’d better start a C. Ok, I know what you’re thinking: racist? I think we can be placed great racism slide rule somewhere. I put myself on there simply because of my aversion to the hip hop generation and I really, really hate Canadians.
I love:
Writing. It would be a lot harder if I didn’t know how to type. I type about as fast as I think, and the fingers have something to do while I’m formulating a new thought. Again, those who know me will not be impressed, but the point has been made.
I don’t like:
that sometimes I write too much. I want to be clear, but . . .