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The bastard’s disappeared. It banged away in my eaves for two days, then nothing. The same day as I wrote about him he buggered off… or died. In my eaves. That would be cool. Thats kind of poetic.
A beautiful life cut tragically short in cold, dark isolation.
There’s nothing wrong with Facebook, I’ve got nothing against FB or Mark Zuckerberg personally or anything, I don’t even know the bloke. But I do have something against the 500,000,000 or so users of FB (or a good proportion of them).
These are my issues –
WHO STARTED THE “WTF STATUS UPDATE�
There is a peculiar trend doing the rounds – the status update which is basically a teaser. It is a statement or question designed to initiate further questioning or garner attention.
Instead of informing the reader, the WTF Status Update typically evokes reactions such as, “Who the hell are you talking about?†and “What does it mean?â€
There are a few basic kinds of The WTF Status Update, they are –
“The Double Whammy†– “The Who am I?†combined with “The Wha’happen?â€
From the succinct –
To the complex –
“The poorly disguised unfriend threatâ€
“The Call for Help†or “Crying Wolfâ€
… and finally
“The Mother Lodeâ€
The problem – these aren’t updates they are personal emails. If I want to exercise my brain I’ll buy a copy of The Times and have a go at the cryptic crossword. If you have something to announce, tell me in plain English.
You’re not being clever, you’re being bloody annoying.
The solution for those of us plagued with friends who exhibit this behaviour is easy: ignore them. Nothing says ‘stop being so damn pathetic and quit writing these indulgent status updates’ more than one that hasn’t elicited a response. Nothing looks lonelier on the page, more pathetic or more downright embarrassing than a WTF Status Update drowning in a sea of white space.
You’ll find in no time they will revert to giving nice straightforward uncompicated updates. Either that or they’re a sociopathic menace, in which case; you continue to ignore them. This may have the effect of pushing them over the edge, but you can always say you did nothing to exacerbate their unstable state, or you can deny seeing their updates at all. Besides, you’ll be doing them a favor, they need to be medicated enough to not need that much attention. Nobody needs that much attention.
Better a zombie friend than a needy, mentally unstable attention whore I always say.
GAME PLAYERS EG FARMVILLE, CITYVILLE ETC…
If you must play a Game that actually has no incentives, no rewards, and no conclusion (how is that for a depressing commentary about today?) Please respect the rest of us. We don’t care about it at all. This has been said so many times, in so many ways, by so many people that it doesn’t bear further elaboration.
Oh maybe one more time. DON’T TELL US ABOUT IT DON’T REMIND US ABOUT IT… WE FUCKING HATE IT
LIKERS OF PAGES THAT FEATURE ONE SENTENCE OF ONE OF THE FOLLOWING : THE BLEEDING OBVIOUS, THE SOPHOMORICALLY VAGUELY HUMOROUS STATEMENT, DIME STORE PHILOSOPHY
If you are under sixteen years of age:
1) You shouldn’t be reading this in the first place it contains naughty words.
2) This doesn’t apply to you, you are allowed to “like†things that more mature people (should) find asinine.
For those of you over the age of sixteen:
Stop “liking†this crud, it makes me question my own intellectual prowess that I could have you as a friend. If I see you “liking†pages entitled “Remembering embarrassing moments in the past and still feeling embarrassed†or †Never underestimate a girl’s ability to find things out†or “I love it when I’m cutting wrapping paper and the scissors start to glide†or “You blocked me? Am I supposed to care?†or “No man is an island, but some of us are pretty good peninsulasâ€, I will be forced to attempt to have you committed. You are unwell. You need to be removed from the relative safety of civilized society and placed in the care of professionals who are trained to deal with people of your kind. You might even be placed in a confined space with others of unsound mind, who may cause you bodily harm.
Ahhhh thats better, with that thought, I’ve cheered myself up no end.
There’s nothing wrong with Facebook, I’ve got nothing against FB or Mark Zuckerberg personally or anything, I don’t even know the bloke. But I do have something against the 500,000,000 or so users of FB (or a good proportion of them).
These are my issues –
Stop writing your status updates in the third person –
“________ is going to the pub for some nice fish and chips with his best mate @ (best mate’s name) and his trusty sheepdog @ (sheepdog’s name – who also happens to have an FB page)”.
This sentence is about an unnamed person’s trip to their local establishment and I (the reader) am probably not interested in them at all – and am probably especially not interested in @ (sheepdogs name) who I’ve heard barks way too much and tends to get a bit nippy.
Please God! Whatever happened to the first person singular?
What’s wrong with “I” or “I’m”? as in: “I’m about to put a gun to my head, I’m that fucking lonely” – there you go, that’s a legitimate sentence and a perfectly reasonable status update.
I’m prepared to cut some slack for people with good reason to continue this unfortunate practice. Like those who have a multiple personality disorder… or those in the middle of an identity crisis, or an existential crisis or are in high school (in which case you are probably suffering from all three). Or those who feel so displaced by the blistering pace of technology that they have become chronically discombobulated or those who don’t speak English – I can hardly expect you to learn English to write your status updates, now can I? LOL. Or those people in an unfulfilling relationship, who don’t wish to be identified.
In other words – would Mr. Reginald Watson of 62 Bairstow Rd Towcester NN12 in the UK please cease this annoying practice.
Please let the subject of your status updates be something that someone… something that anyone could give a shit about.
“I’m seeing ‘Lincoln Lawyer’ this afternoon, really looking forward to it!” – WTF????
“(Your name) is at Wanky Panky Cafe with @ (mate 1 ) and @ (mate 2)” – Really? NOW? Just stay there! I’ll catch the first flight back home from my one week’s annual vacation in Barbados to be there. Can’t wait to see you guys! I miss you!
“After three wonderful years of living together I’ve asked @ (girlfriends name) – my gorgeous girl to marry me… and she said “yes!!!!” – well hoo-fucking-ray.
“Barry is leaving me”. – Jesus! Who couldn’t have seen that coming? Big Woop.
“The doctors have told us that (son’s or daughter’s name) has (an unpronounceable and incurable wasting disease)”. – Deal with it sunshine!
“Apparently Charlie is hanging upside down from the Empire State Building next to Martin’s ex’s granddaughter; who is underage! – now this is a status update.
Oh how incredible… look at your frickin’ cat – its wearing a party hat – that’s hilarious!
Your cat is just too dang cute. Actually, no its not. This is the stuff of the mentally infirm. I don’t want to see your cat, dog, pony or parrot. I don’t want to see a funny photo of a camel, panda, penguin or polar bear. They’re animals.
So funny!
Actually, personally I understand the limitless mirth you find in those photographs, in fact I find it hard to control myself when I visit a zoo. Zoos are just too funny. You can tell who the FB folk are by the uncontrollable laughter that emanates from the elephant exhibit. Elephants are hysterical! My zoo has a new Shark exhibit too. Its crazy! It reminds me of that photo of a shark leaping out of the water to eat the helicopter. That’s real. No for real, that’s real. Its not ‘shopped or anything. My friend Federico told me… and he’s a hairdresser. He does the hair of Julia who’s husband is Mike Zapetti … you know… he’s a professional photographer. For real. He took a photo of like some African royalty once, and it was published in their; you know, the African version of like… TV Guide. He’s famous. And he’d know. That photograph of the shark. And the helicopter. It’s for real.
Got the picture?
Its for real
Heres an idea – Why d*n’t y*u st*p p*tting l*ttle st*rs ov*r w*rds wh*n ev*ryb*dy kn*ws wh*t th*se w*rds are?
Lets play a game. What word is this?
F*ck.
You have three guesses.
Fack? No, no its not fack. Good try though! Two more guesses!
Flck? No. Wrong again. Not Flck. Better luck next time! One more guess.
Wait … let me help you out. Its… hold on… plug your ears… the word is FUCK. Does that help?
Same with dam* or b*tch or c*cks*cker . We’re going to guess petal. We will. Truly. But really we’re meant to guess though aren’t we? You cheeky so-and-so.
We are big boys and girls now, so just fucking spell it out for us. Okay? xx : )
No, I won’t copy and paste your saccharine message about loving my child and place it on my wall.
Of course I love my children, and yes they are amazing and yes, they do fill my life with joy. But I clearly don’t love my children as much as you do yours. You there. You. You with your kids faces on a t-shirt, and the little happy sticker stick family on the back of the family van/wagon. You, the person who is beating up their children at the traffic lights while they are fighting in the back seat. The person whose actions I’m ignoring because I know just by looking at those happy family stickers that you are a good person, someone who is much nicer than me. You should win a prize, you’re that nice.
What a lovely family
Oh BTW I’m not cut and pasting anything else on my wall either. Not for the brave firefighters, the amazing law enforcement officers or for the worthy cause of your choice. And definitely not for the Glory of F**king G*d. Just so as you know.
Hmmm. I see by the constant updates on your wall that something newsworthy has happened, I don’t need to “like” CNN. Because I have you.
You wanted to be a journalist when you finished High School? No! I never would have guessed. But I must say how fantastic you are at trawling all the news sites and posting only the best stuff on your wall. You’re so good at it. Uh-huh. Yep, you’re that good. You have the latest news on your wall faster than Reuters can post updates. I’ve actually thought about nominating you for The Walkley Award for services to Journalism. Yep. Really.
No, not really. You’re an idiot.
Girls, girls, girls what is it with continually calling each other “lady” ?
I’ve never witnessed any of you calling each other “lady” when you see each other in person. Its a bit weird. I mean I know you like each other and everything but isn’t this a bit much? Really, you’re turning FB into some kind of mutual admiration society. It’s a little cloying. Isn’t it enough just to be friends?
And where will it end? Will guys have to start calling you “lady” too? I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that. Lets make a deal – I wont have to call you “lady” and I promise I won’t call you “dirty streetwalking slut”. That’s good enough isn’t it?
Hey Diddle-Diddle Dee. Diddly-Diddly Hey. Hey Diddle-Diddle Dee Dontcha know? Dontcha know? Diddly-Diddly I wouldnt be leavin’ from here. Hey Diddle-Diddle Fa-la-la. Aint that the craic? Diddly Do-dah Hey Diddle- Dee he burned his mouth on the exhaust pipe. Ho Diddle Hey Diddly-Diddly Ho-De-Ho Paddy O’Furniture. Diddly Dee-de-Dee De-Dee Don’t mind him he’s an eejit. Ho-Dee-Doe Diddly-Diddly Hey-De-Day Oh, have you now? Ho Diddly Hey Dee-Day-Dee Diddle-Diddle Dum-Dee-Do-Dee His body burned for a week. Ho De-Hey-De Day-De-Day Diddle-Diddly Doe-De-Doe I’m talkin’ to the little fella on yer knee. Doe Diddly-Diddly Hey-De-Day Diddle-Diddle He missed his own wake Hey!
CHORUS – Hey Diddle-Diddle Dee. Diddly-Diddly Hey. Hey Diddle-Diddle Dee Dontcha know? Dontcha know? Diddly-Diddly I wouldnt be leavin’ from here. Hey Diddle-Diddle Fa-la-la. Aint that the craic? Diddly Do-dah Hey Diddle- Dee he burned his mouth on the exhaust pipe. Ho Diddle Hey Diddly-Diddly Ho-De-Ho Paddy O’Furniture. Diddly Dee-de-Dee De-Dee Don’t mind him he’s an eejit. Ho-Dee-Doe Diddly-Diddly Hey-De-Day Oh, have you now? Ho Diddly Hey Dee-Day-Dee Diddle-Diddle Dum-Dee-Do-Dee His body burned for a week. Ho De-Hey-De Day-De-Day Diddle-Diddly Doe-De-Doe I’m talkin’ to the little fella on yer knee. Doe Diddly-Diddly Hey-De-Day Diddle-Diddle He missed his own wake Hey!
Hey Diddle-Diddle Dee. Diddly-Diddly Hey. Hey Diddle-Diddle Dee Dontcha know? Dontcha know? Diddly-Diddly I wouldnt be leavin’ from here. Hey Diddle-Diddle Fa-la-la. Aint that the craic? Diddly Do-dah Hey Diddle- Dee he burned his mouth on the exhaust pipe. Ho Diddle Hey Diddly-Diddly Ho-De-Ho Paddy O’Furniture. Diddly Dee-de-Dee De-Dee Don’t mind him he’s an eejit. Ho-Dee-Doe Diddly-Diddly Hey-De-Day Oh, have you now? Ho Diddly Hey Dee-Day-Dee Diddle-Diddle Dum-Dee-Do-Dee His body burned for a week. Ho De-Hey-De Day-De-Day Diddle-Diddly Doe-De-Doe I’m talkin’ to the little fella on yer knee. Doe Diddly-Diddly Hey-De-Day Diddle-Diddle He missed his own wake Hey!
The trouble with Facebook is you Pt 2
This post is a continuation of The trouble with Facebook Pt 1
There’s nothing wrong with Facebook, I’ve got nothing against FB or Mark Zuckerberg personally or anything, I don’t even know the bloke. But I do have something against the 500,000,000 or so users of FB (or a good proportion of them).
These are my issues –
WHO STARTED THE “WTF STATUS UPDATE�
There is a peculiar trend doing the rounds – the status update which is basically a teaser. It is a statement or question designed to initiate further questioning or garner attention.
Instead of informing the reader, the WTF Status Update typically evokes reactions such as, “Who the hell are you talking about?†and “What does it mean?â€
There are a few basic kinds of The WTF Status Update, they are –
“The Who Am I?â€
“The Wha’happen?†AKA “The Missing Subjectâ€
Usually a short one-liner
“The Double Whammy†– “The Who am I?†combined with “The Wha’happen?â€
From the succinct –
To the complex –
“The poorly disguised unfriend threatâ€
“The Call for Help†or “Crying Wolfâ€
… and finally
“The Mother Lodeâ€
The problem – these aren’t updates they are personal emails. If I want to exercise my brain I’ll buy a copy of The Times and have a go at the cryptic crossword. If you have something to announce, tell me in plain English.
You’re not being clever, you’re being bloody annoying.
The solution for those of us plagued with friends who exhibit this behaviour is easy: ignore them. Nothing says ‘stop being so damn pathetic and quit writing these indulgent status updates’ more than one that hasn’t elicited a response. Nothing looks lonelier on the page, more pathetic or more downright embarrassing than a WTF Status Update drowning in a sea of white space.
You’ll find in no time they will revert to giving nice straightforward uncompicated updates. Either that or they’re a sociopathic menace, in which case; you continue to ignore them. This may have the effect of pushing them over the edge, but you can always say you did nothing to exacerbate their unstable state, or you can deny seeing their updates at all. Besides, you’ll be doing them a favor, they need to be medicated enough to not need that much attention. Nobody needs that much attention.
Better a zombie friend than a needy, mentally unstable attention whore I always say.
GAME PLAYERS EG FARMVILLE, CITYVILLE ETC…
If you must play a Game that actually has no incentives, no rewards, and no conclusion (how is that for a depressing commentary about today?) Please respect the rest of us. We don’t care about it at all. This has been said so many times, in so many ways, by so many people that it doesn’t bear further elaboration.
Oh maybe one more time. DON’T TELL US ABOUT IT DON’T REMIND US ABOUT IT… WE FUCKING HATE IT
LIKERS OF PAGES THAT FEATURE ONE SENTENCE OF ONE OF THE FOLLOWING : THE BLEEDING OBVIOUS, THE SOPHOMORICALLY VAGUELY HUMOROUS STATEMENT, DIME STORE PHILOSOPHY
If you are under sixteen years of age:
1) You shouldn’t be reading this in the first place it contains naughty words.
2) This doesn’t apply to you, you are allowed to “like†things that more mature people (should) find asinine.
For those of you over the age of sixteen:
Stop “liking†this crud, it makes me question my own intellectual prowess that I could have you as a friend. If I see you “liking†pages entitled “Remembering embarrassing moments in the past and still feeling embarrassed†or †Never underestimate a girl’s ability to find things out†or “I love it when I’m cutting wrapping paper and the scissors start to glide†or “You blocked me? Am I supposed to care?†or “No man is an island, but some of us are pretty good peninsulasâ€, I will be forced to attempt to have you committed. You are unwell. You need to be removed from the relative safety of civilized society and placed in the care of professionals who are trained to deal with people of your kind. You might even be placed in a confined space with others of unsound mind, who may cause you bodily harm.
Ahhhh thats better, with that thought, I’ve cheered myself up no end.
SIMONS EASTER EGG