Facebook. It is pure evil.
I try to avoid these things, and have done for a long time. Not because I am snooty, and aloof (although I certainly am), but because I know me, and me is terrible, terrible at getting anything done when I am aware of such things, and they keep winking at me, with their messages and updates and ‘your friend has put on a new pair of socks’ notifications.
I am bad enough with blogs when I am online, checking the feeds every half an hour to see if anyone has posted or commented.
Facebook brings whole new realms of timewasting pointlessness. Now I can keep track of people who I havent even bothered talking to for 10 years. I am somehow titillated by the minutae of a total strangers existence.
Is it simply because I am feeling lazy and fuzzy this week, or am I just a layabout, plain and simple?
I managed to stay off myspace, although largely through my horror at the aesthetics of the place. I couldnt spend more than 5 minutes there without flipping into some hellish trauma over the 1995 web stylings and flashing pink wallpapers. No no no no. Make it stop.
Facebook is for grownups. People who take timewasting, and pointless chit chat and call it ‘networking’. Now we have a valid excuse for arsing around online all day. We are facilitating business liasons.
Anyone for facebook chess?
August 29, 2007 at 2:11 pm |
Dude, my kids LOVE facebook. You’re totally hip, man.
I’m tragically, not.
But this … ‘your friend has put on a new pair of socks’ notifications’ –
well, that’s just genius.
August 30, 2007 at 8:40 pm |
I haven’t even bothered to look at Facebook–although a couple of people sent me some weird invites or something–adding me? Huh?
It kind of scares me as you know, I don’t know if I want to talk to someone who I might “find” or may “find me.” It’s like going back to High School for a Reunion or something!
I was actually talking about that the other day and if I ever did that (go back for a reunion) if I wasn’t already dating the hottest woman on the planet (highly unlikely) then I would pay for the most unbelievable escort I could find, rent a Mercedes Benz, drive back to my shit hole of a hometown and tell everyone I was now a Psychiatrist in private practice. My escort could be whatever she wanted–lawyer, another doctor…whatever.
I would be SO wicked.
I can’t decide if I’d sleep with my escort or not. I think paying for sex is well…not for me but we’ve covered that on my blog? Maybe it would depend on how hot she was *laughing* Or how much money I spent?!
Oh dear…is it time for meds yet?
August 31, 2007 at 12:48 am |
As much as the overall design/layout/minimal functions anger me it is interesting to see the lengths people you barely knew eighteen years ago will go through to prove to the rest of us of their success and weight loss. I have an account under an assumed name — no clues but if you’ve received an email from me… — but only so I could see what it was all about. I’m not impressed by the site, but I am impressed by how many people I know are in there. If you become a facepro, or a pro at Face, I can see the attraction as a time waster as it seems to act as an Instant Messenger on steroids. Ultimately I’ll probably get an account under my real name (Johnny Mann), but only to advertise one of my blogs to people I know.
September 17, 2007 at 7:11 am |
disappeared again, eh?
hope all is well. xx
October 30, 2007 at 8:20 am |
Hope you’re going to write some more – I’ve only just found your blog (sorry…), and it’s great…. Facebook, I despise, hate, loathe, detest … MySpace is aesthetically revolting but at least has some *content* (if you can read it without having a fit induced by an overdose of flashing colour). Can anyone tel me *why* it has to look like that? I mean… why??
November 3, 2007 at 2:59 am |
Write more? Moi?
Oh definitely. One day. Thank you for the blogcompliment.
I have been so busy with work and being in love that writing has taken a backseat. I still read peoples blogs, and very occasionally comment, to keep my hand in as it were…but no real time to write at the moment.
Just got back from a week in Holland (for a wedding, no funny stuff) so pretty shattered. Hi to anyone still popping by…I love you all!
I will tootle by your blog sometime Mr Broke, but I think I may have been there at some point…
November 12, 2007 at 3:54 pm |
Yay! In Love!