Ahh, Facebook. What are they up to now?
They already know who you are. They have your messages. They know who your friends are. They know who your family are. They know where your check-in locations are. They know what you “like”.
And now they want to know if you’re an organ donor.
And they… . . . → Read More: FooFoF – Freaking out over Facebook on Friday
Brief news hijack. Today there is one less skidmark on the underpants of society as a man is jailed for repeated sick abuse of dead teenagers on social networking sites.
What drives this sort of behaviour is still beyond me, but I feel slightly better for hearing this.
A friend I follow on Twitter goes to live concerts with his wife and tweets all the way through them, usually several comments on every song. Another friend seems to see life through the lens of a camera. I’m not sure if his three-year-old daughter has ever actually seen his face. For other people, things . . . → Read More: What ever happened to just experiencing things?
Obsession is a dangerous thing. What can start as something innocent, something fun, something to pass the time, can quickly escalate into something unhealthy. With advances in technology it is now much easier and quicker to fulfil our curiosity. But where is the line? When does simple curiosity turn in to an obsession?
To check out the . . . → Read More: Obsession and Facebook Stalking
I, like the rest of you, read Evan’s announcement of the ending of Splat! with trepidation. The end. It had such a final feel to it. The thought of not being able to muse on an MMM on Mondays… Of never hearing another alpaca story… Never knowing of Happily Ever After’s marathon triumph… Missing out . . . → Read More: While You Were Sleeping