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Your Ex-CoWorkers Will Kill Facebook
Random BedHead Ed writes "Cory Doctorow writes about the downside of social networking on the Information Week site, with a focus on Facebook. While he starts with some minor but insightful quibbles, he quickly moves to a critique of the core of social networking: 'Imagine how creepy it would be to wander into a co-worker's cubicle and discover the wall covered with tiny photos of everyone in the office, ranked by 'friend' and 'foe,' with the top eight friends elevated to a small shrine decorated with Post-It roses and hearts.' Do you really want to add your boss and coworkers to your friends list? (And more to the point, do you really have a choice?)"
That's what I call social Notworking.
My employer might frown on the extensive online tribute work I created in homage to Huey P. Newton.
"Flyin' in just a sweet place,
Never been known to fail..."
I Hurt People For Fun
;)
Does your sig represent work or recreation?
Some people have a way with words, and some people, um, thingy.
Your Ex-CoWorkers Will Kill Facebook
At least those idiots will do something right before they die.
Speedy thing goes in; speedy thing comes out.
Wait 'till they find out about Fuckbook...
"Flyin' in just a sweet place,
Never been known to fail..."
It's because they're hoping to score with Hot Internet Chicks. Why is this hard to understand?
If playing every Mario game ever made has taught me anything it's that guys will do anything, even eating strange mushrooms and jumping head first into sewer pipes, for the vague possibility of impressing women.
George: You have no idea of the magnitude of this thing. If she is allowed to infiltrate this world then George Costanza as you know him ceases to exist. You see, right now I have Relationship George. But there is also Independent George. That's the George you know, the George you grew up with... Movie George, Coffee Shop George, Liar George, Bawdy George.
Jerry: I love that George.
George: Me too, and he's dying. If Relationship George walks through this door, he will kill Independent George. A George divided against itself cannot stand!
Developers: We can use your help.
They don't have a clue what Facebook is, and even if they did, they wouldn't use it because the UI is too confusing for them.
That's what happens when you code PL/SQL for ten-plus years in a 4-GL IDE - your brain turns to mashed turnips.
What?
Will they hurry the f*ck up already?!
"Flyin' in just a sweet place,
Never been known to fail..."
JERRY: Hello?
VALERIE: Who's this?
JERRY: It's Jerry. Who's this?
VALERIE: Uh, it's Valerie.
JERRY: Oh, hi Valerie. What's up?
VALERIE: I'll tell you what's up. My stepmother is violently ill, so I hit the
button for poison control and I get you!
JERRY: Wow, poison control? That's even higher than number one!
Valerie hangs up the phone.
JERRY: Hello?
[END]
"I only speak the truth"
Karma: null(Mostly affected by an unassigned variable)
Darl?
How stupid is it to get so fucking emotional about the stupid things people get so fucking emotional about?
Oh wait
But just as most of the turbulent online relationships he'd known ended up, he too, was doomed to her foe list.
He'd heard so many stories of couples meeting and falling love, when was it his turn? If only they could hear his heart, pleading for their attention! His fingers tapped away a message over the keys. A message in a cyberbottle. A plea.
A plea for a happy ending.
Don't worry, pembo13. Your time will come.
Did you mean that in the biblical sense?
No wonder I have been rejected so much! (maybe thats cause i'm always on
Don't be a fool, wrap your tool!
Prediction: The real iPhone killer is going to be sex robots from Japan. Think about it.
Well of course you have to have multiple, independent personalities! You wouldn't want eveyone to know that you're really Pee ter Parkr.
no linkedin was killed by john wilkes facebooth