Keyboard Cowboys

What is it about the internet that makes people, keyboard cowboys?

I have always been of the firm opinion, that opinions are like bums, everyone has one, and they all stink. But everyone is entitled to their opinion, and for their opinion to be heard, whether it is agreed apon by all or none.

Which brings me to the internet, more specifically, social media. To be really specific, Facebook as this is the one I am most familiar with. Person A makes a post, person B likes it, person C has an opinion about it that person A&B don't agree with, person D weighs in on the debate, and from there it desends into name calling involving numerous amounts of C's and F's.

Firstly; if you don't want it commented on, don't post it on the world wide web for all to see.

Secondly; if you don't agree with someones comment on your post, put your big girl panties on and deal with it.

Thirdly; and most importantly, remember that everything, and I do mean everything you post on the internet has the potential to haunt you later in life. Do you really think that just because you have deleted a post, or a comment, or a photo, or even your account, that it has disappeared? No, someone has seen it, and if they haven't taken a snap shot of it to use as blackmale later, then they certainly will remember it.

I tell you right now, I know too many employers who when receiving potential job applicants, the first thing they do is Google the name and see how said applicant displays themselves in the public eye.

The internet, it can make or destroy you, your choice.

Last Cast My Arse - It's a way of life

Few years back now, the master and commander decided that we needed to trade his boat in on a heavier one, one that would be easier on my back while blue water fishing.

The deal was, he chose the boat, the equipment needed etc, I chose the colour.... and the name.

Well I got the colour wrong, being a dark blue (suppose to be midnight blue, and if it was a metallic it probably would be) every scratch and paint chip shows like the full moon on a clear night. But the name, oh the name, what to call it? Suddenly, whilst listening to a Nickelback song, it came to me. The lyrics are actually "get your hands off this glass, last call my arse".

After a bit of stuffing around, the name was soon proudly displayed down the sides of the boat, and soon became the talking point of everyone who saw it!

From there it went on to be the team name in local fishing comps, it's abbreviation the rego number on the car, it's abreviation with the number 4 in front of it the rego number for the boat trailer, and after discovering how well known it actually is, we have applied for it to be trademarked.

This mainly came about from the last time I fuelled up the car, a gentleman came up to me and said LCMA, that's the name of your boat isn't it? Yeah, Last Cast My Arse, I proudly replied, that's the one... awesome. That and when a prominent Darwin fisherman and radio producer went into the master and commanders place of work and asked him if he was the skipper of Last Cast My Arse.... Couldn't remember his name, just that he owned the boat, the master and commander was devastated... lol

My first blog

Well here we go, after reading girlfriends blogs, I figured, why not me. I mean, some of them are so good at this they ort to be writing novels, but what the hey, I'll give it a go.

The name Dedenuff? Well that was actually the security question on the set up screen. The way my back is, and what I have found out about it (a completely different story) the name Dedenuff pretty much sums up the way I feel. But I promise not to be morbid, I'm just here for the ride