Hatin' on the book

I actually hate the 'book.

What's your excuse for still being on myspace?

Mine is it's gay. Did you know girls on Facebook outnumber guys 2:1?

Not surprising. Not only am I driven insane by all stupid little apps informing me so and so has "bought you a drink at the bar" or wants to "see how similar our movie tastes are" or "challenges me to an arm wrestle" - do you think I've honestly got time for this purile crap?

But facebook has also been designed to shutdown two of my favourite things about myspace.

Stalking and spamming.

Stalking on randoms/hotties/people you despise and wish to see suffer is all part of the joy of myspace!!!!

Yeah I'm a total spam ninja. Bet you didn't know that. But wait, no - I consider myself like y'know, that dude Dark Angel. I may be a spampire, but I use my powers for good instead of evil.

And why do I want to hang out with and message people I already know? I know what they're like, the magic and mystery has gone and in the clear light of day let's face it, they're boring.

Sure, if you want to fuck your ex boyfriends best friend, Facebook, probably an option there. But you'll find me sticking right here, thanks.



This from the guardian:

"And does Facebook really connect people? Doesn't it rather disconnect us, since instead of doing something enjoyable such as talking and eating and dancing and drinking with my friends, I am merely sending them little ungrammatical notes and amusing photos in cyberspace, while chained to my desk? A friend of mine recently told me that he had spent a Saturday night at home alone on Facebook, drinking at his desk. What a gloomy image. Far from connecting us, Facebook actually isolates us at our workstations.

Facebook appeals to a kind of vanity and self-importance in us, too. If I put up a flattering picture of myself with a list of my favourite things, I can construct an artificial representation of who I am in order to get sex or approval. ("I like Facebook," said another friend. "I got a shag out of it.") It also encourages a disturbing competitivness around friendship: it seems that with friends today, quality counts for nothing and quantity is king. The more friends you have, the better you are. You are "popular", in the sense much loved in American high schools. Witness the cover line on Dennis Publishing's new Facebook magazine: "How To Double Your Friends List."


(god that last "high school" part was so 2005. Who honestly thinks that way any more)


PS I got propositioned by a potential Russian bride last night, Lyudmila from Minsk. looking for the "second part of her heart"

She was hot. Unfortunately I don't do broken english (ooooo racial)

Apparently "with men in Russia, there is much problems with drink " and they "not know how to treat woman well" so she is using "the internet to interlocute and find the love."

Hot. See? Only on Myspace, baby.