Frenchy's Rant

With November comes the beginning of what I like to call ‘Stupid Season.’ This is the time of year that the WWE packs up everything and ships it over to England for the second of our twice-yearly series of British broadcasts. Then, there is Thanksgiving, which is always… well, it’s always something.

Then, after that holiday, the WWE packs up the gear once again, and we get FedExed to Iraq for the annual ‘Tribute to the Troops’ show. Christmas and New Years round out ‘Stupid Season,’ which is soon followed by my favorite season of all, Riding Season.

I am holed up right now in a TV truck in Manchester, UK, getting set for RAW on Monday night. These trips used to be completely work-free paid vacations for me, as there was very little for me to do. Now, I have actual responsibility, so the vacation aspect of the trip has been somewhat curtailed. But all work and no play makes Manchester a dull place, so, as always, I made sure to take some time for fun stuff too, which in this case was snap a few quick pictures of Manchester:

It’s funny to think of Manchester as ‘just another place we go’ now, to already have an idea of the lay of the land and where all the fun places in town are. This is my fourth time vacationing in this city, and while there is always more to explore, I feel like i know this place pretty well. Things are definitely changing here, however. The Neanderthal bouncers actually allowed us in to the pubs last night!

The shows will go on as all shows must, as will Stupid Season. And when it’s all over, riding season will once again be rearing it’s ugly head, the thought of which almost makes slogging through Stupid Season worth it.

Almost.

I’ve found something easily as addictive as crack. And I’m hooked.

Facebook.

I always thought it was for kids, pedophiles and other assorted losers. And it is, for sure. But it’s also my latest way to be completely and totally non-productive. I’m not sure what that says about me.

Within minutes of signing up, I had people from my long-ago, entirely forgotten past suddenly reappearing. People from high school, waaay back in the BF (Before Frenchy) days, when I was just a long haired wanna be rock star, are now getting back in contact.

And the more I look, the more people I find. Seems NOT being on Facebook is for losers.

I don’t even know how it happened, but that’s what addiction is all about. Just like my other addiction, Bejeweled, it snuck up on me, bit by bit, until what I though I could control is now controlling me.

Now, I can, at any time of day, see what other bored FB addicts are doing. And I do it! All the time! Sounds ridiculous, and it is ridiculous, but addicting all the same.

Friends right now are singing, annoyed, procrastinating and unhappy. And, thanks to this addiction, I KNOW ALL ABOUT IT!

I’m sure like Bejeweled, Pandora internet radio and most of my other addictions, interest in this fad will fade, and I’ll be right back where I was before.

And everyone on Facebook will know all about it.