Post by Shah-Khohr of Ventrue on May 17, 2010 12:41:30 GMT -8
Dearest Facebook;
Please to be dying in a fire.
I have thought long and hard (hehe) about how much I hate you. So long and so hard, in fact, that I can't seem to come up with any positive traits you possess. Perhaps it's just this age of cellphones and instant messaging, but I view you as the last straw of privacy drifting by the wayside. Sure, I enjoy the conveniences of online banking and cellphone tetris as much as the next bloke, but you've crossed the line.
Facebook, I hate you. I hate your constant updates. I hate your retarded 'likes' groups (Rob is a fan of 'Facebook dying in a fire'). I hate the flash games. I hate the friend requests. I hate how Facebook is like Myspace for grown-ups. I hate that grown-ups need a Myspace equivalent. I hate the social networking of talking to the same people you talk to every week anyway. I hate the pictures. I hate the captions. I hate the status updates.
But most of all, I hate how it has become so seamlessly integrated into our lives.
See, I remember a time when you could not own a computer. This was back in the late 80's and early 90s. You could say casually 'Man, I'm not into computers. They suck', and people agreed with you. Then, every household got a computer. Hell, now most households sport 3+ computers.
Same thing with cellphones. I remember when they were a joke. Then they became trendy. Then they were the latest thing. Now 12 year olds have cellphones. Many of us can't fathom a life without computers or cellphones (I could gladly burn my cellphone in favor of an electronic phonebook, but I do love my computer long-time).
Such is the way of Facebook. When it started, it was an oddity to find someone with a profile. Now, you're outside of much party invites and the like if you don't have one. I hate this. Whatever happened to just TELLING me you are having a party? Why do I need a website to inform me of this?
I hate you, Facebook. And I hate everything you stand for. The vitriol nastiness that I would exude on your servers is tacky and smells foul were I given half a chance. May your circuits burn out. May your connector things corrode. May your pages become buggy and viral. May all people break the shackles of your constant updating. May you fall into obscurity and never again be mentioned in my presence.
Thus is the will of Rob.
-Rob.
