Friday, May 09, 2008
"Victimless" Addiction
I post this as I'm practically falling asleep. My wife is reading her news on her online social community of choice. (Rhymes with "Pixie.")
It's times like these that I wonder what guys like the people who invented Facebook, MySpace and internet dating really thought they were doing. People with lives, real lives, log onto these things and get lost for hours. It's really worse than going onto IMDB and looking for all the answers in 6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon, and THAT takes a long time.
Online social networking is one of the evils of our age. Truly. The Chinese ones all pick your address book clean and mail everyone junk in Chinese characters. Luckily, not all do that. But others can be equally frustrating and/or annoying.
Sometimes I like to jump between links to look at new information and those links occasionally lead to a MySpace page. MySpace -- I'll be the one to say it -- is a waste of time. I go on looking for info on a band and get blurry gig photos and the Wazzup guy from the beer commercials leaving a message reading: "Wazzup! Ur sitez kul!"
Shoot me now, as I've heard a good friend of mine say.
Social networking not only wastes your time, it kills brain cells and makes you have bad grammar.
And if that wasn't bad enough, these wastes of time are being bought by major media companies as secondary and third-dary (I know, tertiary) markets for testing things to sell to kid who have none of their own money. Rupert Murdoch peddling "Temptation Island" via the Wazzup guy to Mrs. Christian's ninth grade faith-and-values class. Oh, John Ashcroft, we hardly knew ye.
It's too much for the mind to connect to. It's really time to go to bed and not worry about it anymore.
It's times like these that I wonder what guys like the people who invented Facebook, MySpace and internet dating really thought they were doing. People with lives, real lives, log onto these things and get lost for hours. It's really worse than going onto IMDB and looking for all the answers in 6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon, and THAT takes a long time.
Online social networking is one of the evils of our age. Truly. The Chinese ones all pick your address book clean and mail everyone junk in Chinese characters. Luckily, not all do that. But others can be equally frustrating and/or annoying.
Sometimes I like to jump between links to look at new information and those links occasionally lead to a MySpace page. MySpace -- I'll be the one to say it -- is a waste of time. I go on looking for info on a band and get blurry gig photos and the Wazzup guy from the beer commercials leaving a message reading: "Wazzup! Ur sitez kul!"
Shoot me now, as I've heard a good friend of mine say.
Social networking not only wastes your time, it kills brain cells and makes you have bad grammar.
And if that wasn't bad enough, these wastes of time are being bought by major media companies as secondary and third-dary (I know, tertiary) markets for testing things to sell to kid who have none of their own money. Rupert Murdoch peddling "Temptation Island" via the Wazzup guy to Mrs. Christian's ninth grade faith-and-values class. Oh, John Ashcroft, we hardly knew ye.
It's too much for the mind to connect to. It's really time to go to bed and not worry about it anymore.
