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Facebook is great for staying in conversation with your various communities. The more people you know, the more valuable this type of social networking site can be. The downside is how Facebook empowers these very same people to be obnoxious to an extent impossible to achieve the real world.
If I have met you, and you are my FB friend, rest assured that I really do like you. I want to know what you are up to, how you are doing, that you are well and happy and progressing through this adventure called Life. I don't need to see fifty-seven pictures of your head superimposed onto Fabio's body, nor do I care that you have reached the Heavenly Avatar Level in Bedazzled Berserk Jerk-off Blast-off. I don't care about the stupid games and apps. I only signed up for Restaurant City because I thought it was like Yelp!; you know, something useful. I don't give a rat's pitootie that you made 500 too many imaginary stuffed cabbages and now you have to give them all away, or that a mongoose and a chupacabra just wandered onto your virtual farm, or that a piranha has decimated all your goldfish and now your aquarium isn't so happy anymore.
A note to the girl with the relationship drama, if you are going to fight with your boyfriend please don't do it wall-to-wall so everyone can be all up in your business. You are giving me flashbacks to my bad second marriage and it frustrates me that I cannot help you because you have to live your own life and learn for yourself.
Don't even get me started on the photos of children, more children, and incredibly, still more children. Bear in mind that I have none of my own, and ponder the reasons why. Oh, I do like some kids. I love my toddler nephew, probably because his parents do not bombard me daily with incessant pictures of him with a face full of strained peas or having his diaper changed. Those photos are courteously and thoughtfully maintained on a separate and secure website.
My suggestion is that Facebook splinter into different sub-sites: BreederBook, DrunkBook, GameBook, and so on. Rants such as this one would be right at home on BitchBook, so until that bright day comes I'll be blogging right here at Logic and Orgasm.
If I have met you, and you are my FB friend, rest assured that I really do like you. I want to know what you are up to, how you are doing, that you are well and happy and progressing through this adventure called Life. I don't need to see fifty-seven pictures of your head superimposed onto Fabio's body, nor do I care that you have reached the Heavenly Avatar Level in Bedazzled Berserk Jerk-off Blast-off. I don't care about the stupid games and apps. I only signed up for Restaurant City because I thought it was like Yelp!; you know, something useful. I don't give a rat's pitootie that you made 500 too many imaginary stuffed cabbages and now you have to give them all away, or that a mongoose and a chupacabra just wandered onto your virtual farm, or that a piranha has decimated all your goldfish and now your aquarium isn't so happy anymore.
A note to the girl with the relationship drama, if you are going to fight with your boyfriend please don't do it wall-to-wall so everyone can be all up in your business. You are giving me flashbacks to my bad second marriage and it frustrates me that I cannot help you because you have to live your own life and learn for yourself.
Don't even get me started on the photos of children, more children, and incredibly, still more children. Bear in mind that I have none of my own, and ponder the reasons why. Oh, I do like some kids. I love my toddler nephew, probably because his parents do not bombard me daily with incessant pictures of him with a face full of strained peas or having his diaper changed. Those photos are courteously and thoughtfully maintained on a separate and secure website.
My suggestion is that Facebook splinter into different sub-sites: BreederBook, DrunkBook, GameBook, and so on. Rants such as this one would be right at home on BitchBook, so until that bright day comes I'll be blogging right here at Logic and Orgasm.
posted by LorE Denizen at 6:42 AM
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