The truth on Facebook
I watched that film the other night.
You know the one I mean? That one about Facebook?
There were two things that struck me about the film. One was that the sound was fucking terrible in it â they seemed determined to drown out the voices with the background noises, so I missed a lot of the dialog. Not that I think I missed much. The other thing that struck me was that it made Yer Man Mark Zimmerframe out to be a right little cunt. Iâm surprised he didnât sue.
Anyhows, it got me thinking about Facebook once more.
One of the things about Facebook is the weird fenomimin femonim phenomyn thing where people insist on putting the most intimate details about their lives out there for everyone to see. Some bloke updates his status â âHad sex with a sheep last night. Felt a bit woolly this morningâ, and then wonders why the fuck he didnât get the teaching job he had just applied for. People are very strange.
Another thing that baffles me is the latest craze for starting a group and begging people to join. As soon as A Cause presents itself, someone creates a group and expects us all to follow it. They then get themselves into the meeja and spout on about how their Cause has attracted 500 members in Facebook, as it that is the ultimate supreme court in the land and the final arbiter. Speaking for myself, I get a few invites to join Causes and all I do is go into my Facebook thing and click a button at random. I havenât a clue what Causes I am supporting or rejecting. The simplest job in the world is clicking a mouse button. It means nothing.
And I wish companies would stop this shite of begging people to âfollowâ them on Facebook and Twitter. If you want to advertise your wares, then build a fucking website. Fucking cheapskate. It is pointless âfollowingâ a company unless you are going to have hourly updates about your products. And if your products have to be updated every hour or so they are either crap products or you are Microsoft.
I joined Facebook for the laugh. Then for a long time I ignored it. Now itâs just plain annoying me. I wish it had never been invented.
The film is right.
Mark Zimmerframe is a cunt.
Aw, Gwandad’s got fwends on Facebook. (An inbetweener.)
TT – I gained friends through people wanting to be friends with me. In my random clicking I must have accidentally let a few in.
live in China, problem solved, no facebook
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God be with the days when they all came abegging to the door. The poor sods would stand there and spin out the well rehersed yarn of crap trying to intice you, tugging on your heartstrings, to give.
God be with the days when you had a human in front of you to tell to go and fuck off.
Slab – You can’t beat the sound of a good solid oak door slamming in someone’s face. There is no fun in it any more.
Sean Eile – Welcome to the mad house and apologies for losing you in Moderation. Don’t tell me you can’t see Facebook but you can see this site? Wow! There is a God.
When I rented a cottage in the hills of rural Ireland a decade ago the only people who wanted to be friends with me were Jehovas Witnesses. Lucky for me I was always away at work when they called at my door after treading their way along a gravelled avenue 500 metres from the nearest road, about twice a year, so all I had to do was read bemusedly their literature about the Kingdom (nothing to do with Kerry apparently) before rolling it up along with discarded newspapers and old copies of Playboy and Ireland’s Own (I have liberal conservative cultural tastes) to use as kindling for lighting my evening turf fires. Facebook? I don’t miss it here. It’s narcissistic timewasting. But I do miss the smell of burning peat.
Facebook is the way that a lot of people socialize.
It’s Facebook not Das Kapital.
Speaking like a bit of an addict here, I have to say fb is great! i love knowing who did what with sheep so i can snigger when I see them in the supermarket and WILL NEVER pick up anything they may have touched in the fresh fruit section at Supervalue………….
Motherdear – You have a point there. I’ll never shop in SuperValu again.