Eric wrote a facebook status about the hilarity of couples where one says “In a relationship,” and the other says nothing.
I commented that Zac Efron and I were engaged whether he knows me or not.
Eric replies: Zac Efron wouldn’t be my first choice for you but I’m still really psyched to get invited to my first lesbian wedding.
JERKFACE!
“I cannot brain today. I have the drunk.”
There comes a point in your life when you realize:
Who matters,
Who never did,
Who won’t anymore…
And who always will.
So, don’t worry about people from your past,
there’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your present
I was a huge fan of facebook. Like ginormous. You guys remember. Heck, I even I have a facebook category tag. And then a bunch of stuff happened and it seemed like facebook was out to get me. Seriously. They kept instituting new features designed to punch me in the face. Which, honestly, was just NOT NICE. And then I found out that there were people getting hurt worse than I was:
“…a new version of the site’s homepage that was rolled out on Oct. 23, which includes automatically generated “suggestions” of people to “reconnect” with. Within days of the launch, Twitter users and bloggers from across the Web complained that some of these suggestions were for friends who had died. “Would that I could,” complained a user on Twitter before ending her tweet with the hash tag #MassiveFacebookFail…”
Oof.
I’ve been pretty lucky in my life, so far. I’ve only had one contemporary die — a high school classmate, who succumbed to cancer six days after high school graduation. But seeing as how irritated I get when facebook tries to tell me stuff about people I just plain don’t care about, I can’t imagine the sadness of facebook trying to reconnect me with people who have died.
As facebook has gotten more popular, I’ve been forced to make some hard decisions about adding and whatnot. Requests from family members that I not only don’t respect, but who actually make my skin crawl; acquaintances who are disgusting and the dreaded exes all pose their unique issues. Thanks to the genius of Joe, I’ve managed to solve these issues without having to confront people or straight up deny their requests. (Facebook has some awesome blocking options that lets you accept a friend request, but then drop them down a blackhole from which you never see or hear anything from or about them again. I also think it prevents them from seeing anything about you or sending you messages. Genius.) However, in that vein, facebook needs to stop forcing connections or reconnections. At this point, everybody knows how the site works. If we wanted to be writing to so and so, we would. If we we wanted to add so and so as a friend, the search box is right there at the top and we all know how to use it.
Anything more intrusive is annoying and sometimes downright hurtful.
Pearatty always feels like a poseur when she talks about where she was or how she felt on 9-11. Also, when she uses “poseur” instead of “poser”.
(And not just cause she was on the phone…with ME! And she felt angry and I believe expressed a strong desire to bomb things.)
Over the last couple of years, mostly thanks to Scrabble tournaments, I’ve become facebook friends with people all across the age spectrum. My youngest facebook friend, is a 9-year-old and my oldest, well, I’m not sure, but I’d say she’s like 89ish. Anyway, this results in my reading status updates that say things like “I hate Mrs. Palitano so much” and “the grandkids are coming…yay!”
This morning I was greeted with two that made me laugh and laugh:
“Today is the first day of college. I am officially an adult with responsibilities.”
and then right below that:
“My daughter in law is pregnant. I guess she’s really part of the family now. Oh well.”
bahahahahahahahahahaaha
“By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest. “- Mary K
A Claire Mike: Good things fall apart, so that better things can fall together. – Marilyn Monroe
Man, I hope so. Pout.
The hardest thing in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn. -Marcia H.
If you can catch a fly ball I have a job for you. -KJ