I’ve not-so-recently become addicted to Facebook.Yes, sadly I spend all my web time waiting for my next fix of Facebook updates. You know, things like “Brendon is movin’ on up in FarmVille!” or “Brendon attained the level of Lord of the Plow in FarmVille”. Everybody deserves to lord it over inanimate objects.

FarmVille

I’m also especially glad to know that “Kathleen loves all of her fish in FishWorld”. Because, you know, fish have feelings too.

Fishworld

And this is why I haven’t had much to say for myself – for who can possibly compete with the riveting social commentary and insightful statements that are now littering FB? Who would weighty words write when he himself might

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I mean, who in their right mind thinks for one moment that I have one iota of interest in knowing that they sent an email from a glorified fucking telephone? And do they really think I give a shit that they have a BlackBerry? Or a RedBerry, iPhone, iTouch, Motorola Q or other similar device. I really, really, really don’t care that they’ve updated their FaceBook page from their mobile device (That, of course, is really FaceBook’s fault, but going in that direction will just send me into a little death

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