Sunday, July 31, 2011

Why FB is the debil.

Am I the only one who is hating Facebook (hereafter called "FB") these days? It is becoming pathetic. Seriously.
Here is why:

1) Lame updates: I don't want to know that you're going to the grocery store, or church, or to the Lesser Antilles on vacation. Unless I am a burglar. In that case, this is wonderful information to know. Otherwise, I don't give a rats @$$.

2) The median age of FB users is quickly falling. Like, in the pre-teen, elementary school ballpark. Like coach pitch ball. T-ball, even. And if a person isn't actually that young, odds are they are going to act like they are anyway...

3) Stop sending me game requests. I do my gaming at the slots.

4) How often do you see a status from Negative Nancy that is obviously something that would never actually come out of her mouth in real life. She's Negative Nancy for a reason. She needs to stop pretending she's Susie Sunshine. I ain't buying that bulljive.

5) You're pictures are stupid yo. Stop throwing me the peace sign and poking your lips out. Then again, you probably fall in the same category as those in number 2 (see above). I do however, like to see pictures that accidentally capture someone scratching their butt or picking their nose, and the person putting the picture on FB didn't realize it. Or did they....?

6) Random comments. Ok, their are statuses (statii?), and there is a wall. If you want to tell Bobby that you saw his mom at the Piggly Wiggly today and appreciate her sharing her potted meat recipe, don't do it as a comment on Bobby's status about the new tires he bought for his truck. I might be interested in Bobby's tires and go to read your comment and get POTTED MEAT. For fricks sakes. It's called a damn wall. Use it.
Or better yet, just delete your FB.

Long story short, FB usually just makes people look and (if I could hear them speak) sound ridiculous. But, when mixed with the right amount of alcohol, it can make for cheap entertainment. Maybe I will hold on to mine for a little while longer. If I want to get drunk at 3 in the morning and post about Hungarian Horntails, don't judge me.

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