Imagine for a moment that you’re looking for a specific item. You approach the salesperson in your favourite store or boutique and ask, “Do you have any navy pencil skirts?” The salesperson responds: “All of our skirts are on the second floor. Just go up those stairs.” That doesn’t feel very helpful, does it? You
I Tweet. A lot. Often. About almost anything. My friends know this. Many of them love me for it. After all, I first ‘met’ most of them on Twitter. I Tweet about my workouts, my dog walks, my shopping, hockey games, whatever pops into my head. I support live Tweeting events. I promoted live Tweeting
In 2009, I started a Christmas tradition for myself. Some might call it “quirky.” Others might call it “old-fashioned.” You might even want to tell me to get with it, because “social media doesn’t take a day off.” All I ask is that for one day — Christmas Day to be exact — I don’t
They’re so close. So close. Kamloops Fire Rescue needs — at the time I hit Publish — just 33 Likes to hit 1,315 Likes on its Facebook page by New Year’s Eve. What’s the big deal? KFR is in a race to get 1,000 new Likes, meeting a challenge by the Kamloops McDonald’s franchises. In
Full disclosure. I’ve learned my lesson the hard way. I’ve managed (and manage) a handful of Twitter accounts, whether for clients or for charitable events. I have — whew, this is tough to admit — accidentally posted personal opinion or information on the wrong account. Now I say a lot of stupid stuff on Twitter.
Dear Naughty Monkey, I’m afraid this is the end of the road for us. It’s been quite a ride, really. I first learned of you several years ago when my friend Jill extolled your virtues on the internet discussion board where we met. I bought a pair of Live Wires off ebay. I was especially
Every once in a while, I’ll Google my own name. Until I blasted my name all over social media networks, my results were populated by bylines from the Calgary Sun. But as my former newspaper started to archive stories off the web, my results list started to dwindle, my bylines were disappearing. I started to
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