Maybe I'm old skool or maybe I'm just completely ignorant, but I can't understand the merits of Twitter. I understand what it is, and what it does. Blah blah blah micro-blog blah 140 characters, etc. I don't see the need for this additional noise on the already congested intertubes. I rarely find myself in the position where I need to know what another person is doing, and hardly think to do anything other than call that person when I do. Yeah that's great that Lance Armstrong posted to his Twitter account immediately after his bike was stolen. Who cares? Lance Armstrong doesn't care about my two functioning testicles, so why should I even consider his "miraculous" and tainted life? I've been reading a lot about the "Twitter Phenomenon" recently and I'm just bewildered. So I got to thinking. What would my Twitter read like on a Friday night?
SA@scripturalapothecary: Texting people & watching the woeful Knicks. (8PM)
SA@scripturalapothecary: Taking a dump, while reading MensHealth. (8:23PM)
SA@scripturalapothecary: Lathering soap on my body in the shower. (8:37PM)
SA@scripturalapothecary: At Ryan's Daughter. (9:32PM)
SA@scripturalapothecary: Drunk. Convincing a girl more drunk than me to put her tongue down my throat. (12:02AM)
SA@scripturalapothecary: Sending drunk texts. (2:30AM)
SA@scripturalapothecary: Convincing the drunk girl in my bed that there is such a thing as a bad bj. (who really knows what time this is)
Interesting right? Doesn't your worthless little life feel enahanced after looking at my Twitter?
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Facebook Dilemma
I am one of the 17 people scattered throughout the U.S. that doesn't have a Facebook or MySpace account. Part of me hates what these "social-networking" sites have replaced - meaningful communications and relations with people in the flesh. I understand the merits of such a tool, especially when keeping in touch with friends that are slaves to lines of longitude between them. I abhor this site for many reasons, much too many to list here in this insignificant blog.
That being said, I'm also aware that I'm a walking contradiction, but chief among the reasons for abstaining is the notion that some things are better left off of the intertubes. I know what you're thinking: Wait. What? You idiot you have a blog. That's true. But the blog, while incriminating, doesn't have my face and name tagged all over other people's half-naked pictures. I'm not taking the holier-than-thou approach here, because I can't recount all the infantile antics I've participated in whilst inebriated. However, I have no desire to become a MySpace or Facebook celebrity because of the digitized megapixels portraying me naked and straddling a porcelain throne at 5:16AM.
The only thing that makes me even consider opening a faceless account, is so people know I exist (and to pimp the Scriptural Apothecary). Facebook and MySpace have become a tool for people to do a background check on new acquaintances. It raises red flags in their minds when they find out I don't participate. I can understand that it's a bit strange and that I should just stop being me and create some stupid profile, but the stubborn Irish in me won't let me budge from my moral stance. I could picture in my mind's eye, as I typed the keys to fill out my bare-bones profile, my mother questioning, "If everyone jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge, would you do it?" What can I say? I've always been a sucker for D.A.R.E. scare tactics.
That being said, I'm also aware that I'm a walking contradiction, but chief among the reasons for abstaining is the notion that some things are better left off of the intertubes. I know what you're thinking: Wait. What? You idiot you have a blog. That's true. But the blog, while incriminating, doesn't have my face and name tagged all over other people's half-naked pictures. I'm not taking the holier-than-thou approach here, because I can't recount all the infantile antics I've participated in whilst inebriated. However, I have no desire to become a MySpace or Facebook celebrity because of the digitized megapixels portraying me naked and straddling a porcelain throne at 5:16AM.
The only thing that makes me even consider opening a faceless account, is so people know I exist (and to pimp the Scriptural Apothecary). Facebook and MySpace have become a tool for people to do a background check on new acquaintances. It raises red flags in their minds when they find out I don't participate. I can understand that it's a bit strange and that I should just stop being me and create some stupid profile, but the stubborn Irish in me won't let me budge from my moral stance. I could picture in my mind's eye, as I typed the keys to fill out my bare-bones profile, my mother questioning, "If everyone jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge, would you do it?" What can I say? I've always been a sucker for D.A.R.E. scare tactics.
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