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<div id="post-406">hat do you do when your social medias get crisscrossed?  When  cyber-worlds collide?   But you say, “Rick…you are confusing me. How  can social medias get crisscrossed???  Who is colliding with whom?</p>
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<p>Let’s face it. For now, there are only two social medias (that really  matter a whole lot anymore); Twitter &amp; facebook.  Sure, there are  plenty of others that are important to one degree or another, but not to  me, so there.</p>
<p>When I started on Twitter, it opened doors to the world.  Though I  grew up in the town of Hattiesburg, Ms,  I left and decided to explore  the world.  Sometimes it was tough; sometimes very tough, and on lucky  days and/or months or years, it was educational, revealing, humbling,  and growth-oriented.  I learned within a few years, I was not  necessarily “Little Ricky” as I had been molded into (in my hometown).   In small hometowns, people often get pigeonholed into certain roles.  It  is not in bad spirit that this is done. It is often in the lack of  tools and resources there.</p>
<p>I enjoyed learning “who I was” and “what I was becoming”.  I could  never have learned that in my hometown.  It was actually forbidden and  often punished; whereas in several (usually much larger) cities in which  I lived, it was encouraged and rewarded, (to grow and change).  Let me  preface the rest of this blog that I am not a person that demands change  for change sake and change is not always good.  In my case, it was  good.   I will forever be indebted to the friends I have met along the  way, who taught me new ways of thinking, flexibility, tolerance,  patience and acceptance, and so many things either I wasn’t taught, or  in some cases was, but “didn’t get”.</p>
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<p>Twitter is a reminder of the growth and changes as more often than  not, most of my followers, and the people I follow are from all parts of  the world.  Why would one not take advantage of the “magic of social  networking” when it is so readily available? One minute I am talking to  “a friend” from India and the next minute Peoria.  I love exchanging  culture within 140 characters.  However, facebook offers something  special that Twitter doesn’t have.</p>
<p>One is not limited to 140 characters for one thing.  Secondly, one  gets to reconnect with one’s childhood friends, and even people  regionally who “I knew who they were” or “they knew who I was” but we’d  actually never met.  But it is special to be in touch with childhood  friends on facebook, and see their changes, how they live, what they  think, and still have an affection that sometimes I am surprised I still  have, even when I don’t always agree; as a few pontificate on (things I  consider more personal) matters such as politics, religion etc.  Those  are my private matters and there is really no reason for anyone else to  have to know.  To share them is rather silly; as, when I look back ten  years ago; my political and spiritual values were nothing like they are  today. I hope they are much more evolved now, but who am I to judge.   This leads me to believe that in ten years from now, I will have learned  enough new things that I will not necessarily even resemble  (spiritually and politically) what I am today.  I am still a “work in  progress”.</p>
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<p>A lot of people, such as me, use both social networks for different  reasons.  I follow many of them on both networks and vice versa.  I  enjoy introducing my new friends to my childhood friends when at all  possible.</p>
<p>This is where “worlds collide”.   When I mention this collision, I  mean, many of them are vocal; a few of them way-too-old-to-be political  activists but still are at my age.  I mean let’s face it.  Do they not  see that they have changed?  We all have.  But many still “judge” the  person at the other pc or laptop by their political and/or religious  views.  I sit back in amazement at it, and say often (Seriously)…”But  for the grace of God, there go I”.</p>
<p>A few get into conflict and expect me to take sides. I won’t do that;  and have even at times blocked those who insist.  It is unfair to draw  others into one’s private conflicts. I will certainly defend a friend if  I see an injustice done to him or her.  I refuse to let anyone be  harassing or abusive to my wife; period, and though it may seem as if I  am prejudiced, I have not seen her be abusive or hurtful to anyone.  The  sternest she has been is “firm”.</p>
<p>I don’t care what your religious and/or political views are. I really  don’t. I am happy you have them, but they are for YOU, not for me, and  vice versa.  You will not see me demanding to you to share my point of  view on either subject.  I so hope you will share that same respect.   Most do, a few don’t and whine a bit too much about it.  Until they  resolve that issue, at times I am forced to block them.</p>
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<p>But I still often have to watch the old and the new, my childhood  friends and my newer adult friends of whom I often introduce, either get  along beautifully, or become “bitter enemies who never met”.  It’s like  junior high school at times.</p>
<p>I heard someone once say, “facebook is where you go to connect with  people you went to high school with.  Twitter is where to go to meet the  people you wish you’d gone to high school with.  Though I don’t at all  agree with that philosophy, I understand the meaning behind the  expression.   I have learned that there are good and bad people  everywhere.  Smart and not-so-smart people everywhere.  Loving and  hateful people everywhere.   Though I, at times very much enjoy  reminiscing about “old times”, I refuse to “live there”.  I didn’t go  through all my trials and tribulations to be stuck in “the times of  old”.  I generally am much more interested in what my friends are doing  now and what they have planned for the near and far future, than what  they did in 9<sup>th</sup> grade. Not always, as I like to “do  cyber-time travel every now and again”; just not always.  Facebook is  only a tool created by humans to reconnect and socialize; not a way to  make time stand still.  It may give that illusion, but it just ain’t so  Joe and please don’t kill the messenger. I believe it is healthy to “go  back in time” once in awhile and “remember when….”.  And it is up to  each user to set their own boundaries over how often they want to do  that. My boundaries are “every now and then”.  You are much more likely  to see from my posts what I am doing now, not what I was doing “then”.</p>
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<p>I am not so sure I could have learned that important social norm  without having been exposed to it in social media; and, having met many  of the people from different cities in which I lived and worked.</p>
<p>I find that social networking helps my business and creative output.   It has its plusses and minuses. I met my wonderful wife on Twitter  while working on a campaign.  We love each other and share similar  points of view in many areas.  By the same token, we both are keenly  aware we are “works in progress” and are changing.  And that’s okay. In  fact its encouraged and we support each other in those changes.</p>
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<p>I am really just a glorified mountain man.  Out of boredom, I created  Londons Times Cartoons which have been Google &amp; MSN’s #1 ranked  offbeat <a href="http://www.londonstimes.us">webcomics</a> since 2005.   Then (out of more boredom) I created  online stores that sell <a href="http://www.ricklondoncollection.com">funny greeting cards</a>, tees, and other  merchandise, now with over 1/4 million <a href="http://www.printfection.com/fame">funny gifts</a>.  Since that time  I’ve branched out and started designing shoes.  One of my shops is  called Shoes That Amuse, the world’s only famous <a href="http://www.shoesthatamuse.com">love quotes</a> shoes. I  also created ShoeShies which sells <a href="http://www.shoeshies.com">Sushi Shoes</a> &amp; Gifts.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style " addthis:url='http://londonstimes.us/blog/?p=15' addthis:title='A Frog Started My Career'  ><a class="addthis_button_facebook_like" fb:like:layout="button_count"></a><a class="addthis_button_tweet"></a><a class="addthis_counter addthis_pill_style"></a></div>When you reach my age (56), it is not unique that one remembers things that happened 50 years ago; but can&#8217;t remember what day it is. That&#8217;s me.  The one thing I will never forget is how and why I started collecting things. Let me warn you ahead of time, this story will not appeal [...]<div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style addthis_32x32_style" addthis:url='http://londonstimes.us/blog/?p=15' addthis:title='A Frog Started My Career' ><a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"></a><a class="addthis_button_compact"></a></div>]]></description>
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<p>When you reach my age (56), it is not unique that one remembers things that happened 50 years ago; but can&#8217;t remember what day it is. That&#8217;s me.  The one thing I will never forget is how and why I started collecting things. Let me warn you ahead of time, this story will not appeal to &#8220;greenies&#8221; nor &#8220;animal rights activists&#8221;. I should know, I am both. But at age four, when I was just beginning to explore the great outdoors, I found what became my new favorite animal, besides my beagle &#8220;Buster&#8221;.  That animal was the frog.  And since I lived near the woods, I knew I could count on my new friend, the frog, to virtually jump into my hands and into the great big jar full of grass and all kinds of marshy things I put together. It was tall enough to need no top so it generally lived a long time.  I tried to get 3-4 a night so as they could keep company and &#8220;tell frog stories&#8221;, as I imagined frogs often did.</p>
<p>Unlike my two siblings, my parents made a bedroom for me out of the attic of the home. This had its advantages and disadvantages. One advantage was the ability to hide frogs, even though the croak sort of gave them away. One croak was so loud, Mom ran upstairs, ran past the closet they were in, and to me. I was rubbing my tummy telling her I felt it was gas.  She gave me more Milk Of Magnesia than any human should be aloud to ingest and the croaking continued.</p>
<p>Mom was no dummy, even though at times I thought she was.  She asked, as I rubbed my tummy, &#8220;Where are the frogs&#8221;.  I took her to the large jar.  She let them out into the woods and explained to me that was their home and where they were happy. I readily agreed and begin collecting insects in jars.  She gave me the same lecture and we let them go.</p>
<p>Finally it occurred to me that I could be creative, make things, and nobody got hurt. I even begin collecting stamps.  Well into elementary school, creative writing became my love and nobody ever got hurt, except for those forced to read it.  However as time went by, I fared well at it, won a few contests and kept at it.</p>
<p>After college came &#8220;time to get serious&#8221; and there was not much time for creative ventures.  A funny thing happened though. Those creative ventures were still in my heart, and, when the work day was over, I would continue on creating as I pleased.  As time went by, I enjoyed 9-5 work less and less and creative endeavors more and more.  Playwriting took me to book writing, and book writing took me to screenwriting, and screenwriting took me to cartooning which is where I am now.</p>
<p>My cartooning began as a hobby. I had been taking care of a dying Mom and it was something to keep my mind busy.  Never in a million years would I have believed that this little hobby would grow into a business of 5000+ color cartoons and 200,000+ funny gifts &amp; collectibles.  My cartoons are now my own little collectibles. They have replaced frogs, insects, stamps and a multitude of other items that did not serve me well (or vice versa).  Thirteen years of cartooning is a subtle hint that I might be on the right path. With Google &amp; MSN rating my cartoon number one for 6 years, is yet another, subtle hint, this is the right thing for me to &#8220;collect&#8221;.   Anybody got a big jar?</p>
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<p>I am a writer, designer and cartoonist who used to collect frogs, insects, stamps and other such items.  Cartoons seem to fit me better. I founded Londons Times Cartoon in 1997 which are the #1 Google &amp; MSN ranked <a href="http://www.londonstimes.us">offbeat cartoon</a> on the Internet. I launched several online stores that sell my <a href="http://www.ricklondoncollection.com">funny gifts</a> and even have my own line of designer shoes featuring graphics of famous philosophers and poets and their most<a href="http://www.shoesthatamuse.com"> famous love quotations</a>.</p>
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