So I got myself a Facebook account. How could I not, when every single carbon-based being on the net is howling at me to do so. So it’s out with MySpace, and in with Facebook, and welcome to the new best thing until the next best thing becomes the new best thing and this thing becomes…well, you get the point here.
It started with ICQ back in the 90s. Look, you could suddenly talk to people who were sitting in the same room as you were in, but in a slightly more interesting way! Hurrah – and it makes a funny noise when somebody sends you “what’s up?” or maybe “what’s happening” or even the gloriously shorthand “?”.
Then MSN crawled into view, followed by a few other things, but I missed them because I was busy cleaning shit off a baby. When I raised my head again it was MySpace. And everybody was like – “Come to MySpace! You gotta come to MySpace!” So I, like, came to MySpace and nothing happened and nothing continued to happen.
It still is.
So now we have this Facebook. So I put up my bio, I track down my friends…and then what? What do I do next? How will my life be embettered and embiggened by this whole clicking-on-my-inbox-every-2-seconds thing?
If anybody knows the secret formula for fun that I am missing in Facebook then please, by all means, let me know. Perhaps there is a “Fun” plug in that I am missing? Or maybe I am just taking the wrong drugs.
/ paddy (note to police – I am not, at the present time, taking any drugs)