I do not know what to think of facebook. It is a frightening entity which resembles a foot-shuffling time-wasting monster built upon the essence of burned bridges and unnecessary nostalgia, its wailing moan is hypnotizing and arguably convincing. Re-connecting with people who have had disappeared from our lives is an odd phenomenon which I believe should be kept at supermarkets or that fleeting was-that-who-I-thought-it-was? glance from the safety of our cars. I do not have time to sift through the images of long-losts with their Esquire poses, children, or group cellphone photos of them at the bar. It's nutty, that's what it is.
Now read my blog dagnabbit!
A watch was delivered to our mailbox today. Not just any watch though. This particular watch (a grateful graduation gift from my parents) had been carefully handpicked, with heartfelt care, from a legion of timepieces, found in an obscure outlet mall in Portland, dutifully purchased by a friend hundreds of kilometres away, and mailed via the US postal service to find its Home wrapped around my wrist. Being a Fossil watch my Cool Output increased five-fold the minute I put it on (I checked on the Internet). I now have a vertical throbbing bruise lining the height of my body from walking into a door because I could not wrestle my eyes from its beauty.
I was going to write about robots and our impending doom within their relentless march towards domination... but I over-rationed my thoughts towards the facebook incident.
Thanks for taking the time from looking for people who ultimately want nothing to do with you. Don't "poke" them, give them a phone call for pete's sake. Better yet, go hang out with the friends that you have now.
Maybe my tax dollars DO actually go to something useful, like this CBC comment.
That is all.
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Soooo... that means you don't have a facebook profile? I can't friend you and send you fish and flowers and play scrabble and leave messages on your wall and be all COOL?
Ok, never mind. I have no idea what cool really is.
That article about cheap is fantastic.
i guess most of my rant stemmed from seeing the ill fate of many of my old friends. i'm sure they would avoid displaying their new skanky/pimp look for a high school reunion, but it's somehow appropriate for a website for all to see. Thankyou.
Nobody knows what cool is. Except for me.
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