#Facebook poking can be used against you in a court of law!

#TalkNerdyToMeLover’s Polly Dixon

It can….because the POKE has the potential to turn into a lot more. A poke can mean a simple hello but it also has ridiculous sexual innuendo. Who are we kidding?

The problem comes down to WHO is doing the poking. My girlfriends? Fine. Hi. I love you/miss you – poke away. My guy friends? Awesome. I think you are cute too. Let’s poke. My girlfriends’ HUSBANDS?!? Ehhh… I don’t know. I think it’s odd. I mean, should I let my girlfriend know that her husband is poking me? Or is that even weird that I’m weirded out by it? Is saying something just asking for drama?  Frankly, I think the poke is like flirting and how much poking/flirting is considered too much in a relationship? I think if I found out my significant other was poking another girl, I would be irritated. And that irritation could lead to some trust issues. And then those trust issues could lead to relationship problems! Right?

Being the legal nerd that I am (always trying to stay out of trouble), I wondered if anyone had gotten into trouble due to poking or if broken relationships could be attributed to the Facebook poke. Turns out, THERE HAS! Beware – the POKE can turn out to be a lot more than just a click of a button!! Especially if your poking has led to downright dirty messaging.

A survey by the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers shows that 81% of the country’s divorce attorneys have seen an increase in social networking evidence! This means that what you do and say and poke on Facebook can be used against you in a court of law.  And if your break up is NASTY, watch out! Apparently, some woman was ARRESTED in Tennessee (October 2009) for allegedly violating a protective order by poking another woman. While protective orders are mostly about physical danger, they are also about keeping someone away from you. Because poking is a deliberate action – because you pick who you want to poke, it could essentially be a violation of an order. I couldn’t find anything about the outcome of this but better to be safe than sorry.

Makes sense – Facebook makes it so much easier to cheat but also to get caught! I mean, just because you aren’t friends with your ex on The Book does not mean that he or she can’t see photos of you running around with your new lover.  More than likely one of your friends is still friends with your ex and may post photos of you that your ex can see.  [FYI – this is how I found out my ex had left me for another chick. JERK. Her too…she was my friend. But that’s a story for another day.] 

But back to the POKE, to me – it’s the equivalent of batting your eyes at someone, maybe nestling up close to them at a bar or bantering back and forth.  After a time, you want more, you think you have a connection. One thing leads to another and you are full on touching/feeling/hands fluttering, thighs twitching…you get the idea. What can be innocent is leading to break ups and sometimes even being thrown into court as evidence against the offending party.

SO, if you are in a relationship or married, don’t POKE. Just don’t.

 #consequences



#Adventures of @DustyCPollyD: Game Playing

#TalkNerdyToMeLover’s Polly Dixon

I have a serious problem with game playing. And that is in every aspect of my life. I’ve been known to play A Bug’s Life on Nintendo DS for an entire 24 hours before my mom cut me off. When I play CLUE, I write down everyone’s questions in order to analyze the hell out of the game until I come up with the winning combination. I’ve (unfortunately and I’m not proud to admit it) pulled at the heart strings of some boys – gave them the run around. I dominate beer pong tables. I cannot stand when I am on the losing Pictionary team. Whatever it is. I love game playing. Something about the competition.

Imagine my surprise and delight when I learned about WORDS WITH FRIENDS is NOW AVAILABLE FOR ANDROID!!!!! AND you can play cross-platform. And there is sound and notifications.  I. AM. SO. EXCITED!!  It’s like Scrabble but on your phone. You make up a screen name – sign up – and invite friends. If you don’t have friends, the App will select a random opponent for you. You can have conversations – aka trash talking-- with your opponent while playing the game. There is no time constraint. The game can end within an hour OR it can go on for days. I’m currently in the middle of several games. I’ve gone hours forgetting about the game when I get too busy. You can play up to 20 games at a time. The only downside is that after every play – an ad pops up – but I can deal with that for now. There is also (apparently) a paid app without advertisements but I’m fine right now with the Free App.  

SO whenever I have a down moment – besides scrolling Facebook or Twitter, I will be developing my skills on Words with Friends, meeting new peeps and just geeking out over it. I’m obsessed. In fact, I was even busted trying to play last night in the middle of a private party at a bar for the premiere of Survivor: Redemption Island (where one of my friends is a contestant). FAIL. Solid #nerdalert!! 

If you want to play find me on Words with Friends – Screen Name: POLLYDIXON.  I promise to put my best game forward. Yay for Game Playing. 

#nerdsunite

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#NerdDance: Reach for the stars

#TalkNerdyToMeLover’s Polly Dixon

I can’t dance. And I’m not afraid to admit it (well, now, at least).

Back in the day, I remember dreading the 8^th grade dance.  I begrudgingly went because it was the “cool” thing to do but I spent half the time just sitting on the sidelines -chatting, talking, making jokes with the other kids- ANYTHING to stay away from showing my utter lack of rhythm and coordination. When I was dragged on to the dance floor and into a circle, I merely tried to copy what my friends were doing for 3 seconds and then would suddenly need to go to the bathroom or get a drink or something, anything to keep me off the floor. And this is how every dance went up until I was done with the misery of high school. Ugh. It still makes me sweaty today just thinking about it.

But today, I fully accept who I am as a dancer. I’m the one on the floor be-popping to my own beat, arms flailing about, bumping into others and really really trying my best.  No one ever dances with me but I’m there and I ‘m trying. I still don’t like to dance but I do it and when I do it, I reach for the stars.  Just like this:

#rockstar

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Standard #BlogResearchSaturday for Dusty & Polly

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @DustyCPollyD

This past Saturday, Dusty & Polly went to see their friends London Shover and Will Rothaar play the upstairs room of @theroxy.  You guys saw the tweets.  It kind of ruled.  But after all our crazy tweeting, we felt we owed you the whole story, so here it is.

We had never been to the upstairs room in The Roxy, but it's cozy and dark and awesome.  In addition to London on guitar & Will on djembe, their band consists of Efe on the bongos and Brafo on the bass.  All four are pretty easy on the eyes, not to mention hella talented.  The band following them had *a flute* and after Dusty & Polly geeked out about that for a few minutes, our band friends invited us to the after party, which we attended.  Duh.   

We retreated in to the hills behind the Rainbow Room to this rad house that belonged to a friend of Will's. London broke out his guitar and some chick with a really good voice-- whose name I wish I'd gotten because I want to give her ups-- started singing.  Polly and I, clutching our glasses of vodka, proceeded to have a photo shoot in a bathroom that was bigger and nicer than both of our apartments combined.  There was a bottle of this really beautifully painted skeleton head tequila being passed around.  Songs were sung, tequila was enjoyed, band boys were chatted up.  The resident thespian and our badass friend Ava Bogle entertained us all. Solid evening. 

A few hours later, we decided we really needed a burrito, so we left.  As we were walking down one of windy, hilly streets, a limousine pulled up beside us and the window rolled down.  "Hey!" the driver shouted, "you need a ride?"  We flashed our pearly whites and said, of course we do!  He exited the car and opened the door for us, and we were brought back to the valet lot in style.  

After our mega classy ride to our car, we stopped at a burrito truck in Echo Park and got yelled at for taking too many condiments.  

And THAT'S how Dusty & Polly do a #BlogResearchSaturday.

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#NerdsUnite: What @JenFriel does NOT know about Polly Dixon

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Polly Dixon

OMG. I can’t believe it has taken me several days to put everything together!!! I, Polly Dixon, was also a
finalist for Focus Rally: America (and since I’m posting here, I obviously didn’t make the cut either). I
remember reading this fabulous Open Letter to Jen and Chanda (some other whiny finalists) written by
@JenFriel way back when, and thinking to myself: GOD, I love this girl. I actually almost commented and
retweeted because I was so proud that someone actually said something about those girls. I didn’t for
some reason. I’m sure it was because of my self-diagnosed ADD. Either way, I read it, nodded my head in
approval and then forgot about it.

Fast forward, several more months…my partner in crime – Dusty Cooper -[I don’t even think Dusty knows
about this] - links up with @JenFriel on Twitter and NOW we are here, writing HERE, being NERDY here!
I didn’t link it together until I read the Update: Focus Rally. CRAZINESS. For some reason, I think it’s
meant to be that we didn’t make the show. I can’t wait to see what is in our future.

SMALL WORLD. If this is not a #nerdsunite situation, I don’t know what is…

#thatisall

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