Last One Out, Please Turn Off The Lights
Posted on | June 8, 2010 | 6 Comments
On the off-chance anybody is wondering, I have said my not-so-fond farewells to Facebook. I’m very aware that there was a mass ‘Leave Facebook Day’ a week or so back but I left a few weeks prior to that. I’m no trend-following sheep – I blaze my own trail. Well, in this case anyway.
Facebook, while it served a bit of a purpose for me two or three years ago quickly began to get a bit tedious. From the outset, I hated most of the apps and never used them. I balked at the virtual greetings and the messages reading ‘Barry took the What Sort Of Stool Are You quiz with the result: SOFT’. I never used the game apps either. That others were happy to use them is absolutely fine but I tired quickly of hearing that someone’s virtual cow needed a virtual vet’s arm up its virtual arse.
Along came Twitter and, for now at least, it remains largely free from the worst of the who-cares apps. I checked in on Facebook less and less and became more and more annoyed when I did. I put off the termination for months, reluctant to do so, afraid I might miss something. Reading of the many privacy issues lately had all but convinced me to bite the bullet and when, a few weeks ago, I logged on to be greeted by some annoying systems glitch, that was the straw that broke the mixed metaphor’s back.
Facebook is dead to me.
If you happened to follow me over there, please feel free to hang around here or check in with me on Twitter. I promise scintillating and erudite conversation. Or, at very least, some poor quality knob gags and news of what I had for breakfast.
It was a scone.
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Gerry Hayes
I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.
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I too felt the same way about facebook & twitter. Facebook was (& to a point still seems) quite a facist organisation with Twitter being inundated with boring ‘look at me’ attention-seeking snippets of info into other peoples’ lives. That’s the main reason I couldn’t be arsed with either of them at one time.
What’s my excuse for reappearing on both?
After a band meeting, it was decreed that myspace was dead, victim to the flakey whims of the average social network user who’d rather bury a mob boss on their farm than discover new music (after buying myspace, Rupert Murdoch didn’t have a clue what to do with it and I’m sure his presence helped to alienate some of its users).
We have to promote gigs, so we go where the people hang out.
Twitter’s good for Viz Top Tips, Classifeeds and knob gags.
Agreed. Facebook is definitely (currently) a necessary evil for some purposes. I thought it might be a necessary evil for me which is why I didn’t delete my account a year ago. Eventually, I decided that, for me, the evil far outweighed the necessary. I completely understand why it’s necessary to maintain a presence for many promotional purposes.
I am, for now anyway, quite enjoying the Twitter thing and am, therefore, in no position to judge (not that I intend to) anyone who continues to Facebook.
Even though they’re more wrong than fruity beer.
lmfaho. . .Its a question of real life I guess, that gets in the way. Lol. ;-p Seriously as we get older we tend to appreciate and live it more.
Has always been there, but been left on hold. . .since the introduction of the internet into the house holds. Making an effort to live it has slowed down. Like the TV did in the 70’s (in my home at any rate. . .my family were one of the last in our circle of friends to get).
T o d a y. . .the internet who knows 10years time.
I saw this film once, right, and there was this box, yeah? You could plug it into your brain, right. And the box let you live the experience of the person who had recorded it, you know – on the recording version of the box, and it was all sex and murder and stuff, right, and I don’t really remember the end but I thought that’d be cool, man. A sexy-brain-box. That’s better than the internet, right? Where’s my sexy-brain-box boffins? You can put a man on the moon but I have to find my own porn and pleasure myself? What is this, the dark ages?
lmfo. . .till then at least God provided you with two hands. When the right one gets tired, the Left is just as good friend to finish off the Job. ;-p
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