Random thoughts about facebook and/or myspace:
Poke? What’s this? I’ve been poked? So, like… what do I do? Do I report this to some kind of authority? I mean, we don’t just do this at the mall. Hey. Poke. What are you going to do? It’s not done that way. Oh, wait. I can poke them back. I see. Just like we learned in preschool — when you get poked, you poke back. We got in trouble for it, too.
Is it wierd that I know more about people on facebook than I do about the people I actually see every day?
We don’t send e-mail anymore. We write on people’s walls. But we put up things that don’t belong on walls, at least I think. I don’t envision driving through Chicago and seeing in graffitti: “Hey, man. Just wondered what Jessica’s screen name is. Lat’r!”
Sometimes Facebook turns mere acquaintances into high-maintenance friends.
One of my favorite quotes about technolgoy has some harsh language, but I still think is true, espeically in light of this post. “Technology is a whore that promises what it cannot deliver”. Love it.
Am I off here? Seriously. I love facebook. I’m just thinking out loud.
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