Friday, July 06, 2007

Faceache

I'm not sure why I'm on Facebook. It's like collecting stamps with your friends pictures on. People I've not seen for years have sought me out, tracked me down and speared me to their walls, whether I've wanted them to or not (mainly not). I keep getting strange invitations to join groups that don't seem to be about anything. I quite enjoyed doing my own profile, but I still can't work out what it's actually FOR? I was talking about this last night with Clair. She doesn't know either, but she's got 159 friends so she doesn't care.

Still, there I am, and there I'll stay. For now.

2 comments:

Helen said...

I wanted to see what it was, so I went on and of course, to be able to look at anything I had to register so I did and now my inbox is being filled by responses from people who are 'accepting' me! What is the point of these things? Is it to make one feel popular? Anyway, I hate things like that and shall be 'deactivating' very soon.

TV Cream's Anatomy of Cinema said...

Well, I'm bored with it now, after spending 20 minutes filling up a 'virtual DVD shelf' and realising that, since I was boring myself doing it, it might just bore other people even more and so wasn't really worth bothering with.

At London Bridge station last week I heard someone on a mobile telling her friend she'd just updated her Facebook profile, and had added this and this and this to it, and removed this and this, and changed this to that. It may well have been the most pointless phone call ever made.

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