Saturday, January 17, 2009

Late adopters of the world unite

Maybe I had to wait until Patrick McGoohan died.

Yes, I am now just another number.

I am on Facebook.

13 comments:

patroclus said...

Prepare to be underwhelmed.

Annie said...

Hurrah! Friends!

Geoff said...

Sorry, you're not the right Tim Footman I was looking for.

Is there any way of doing this without people from school being able to get in touch?

pleite said...

What worries me about it is that it has a chat function and shows you who of your fiends are online (and, natch, shows them that you are) so before you know it, you find yourself having to chat with someone you once met when you were 14. One could be a bit more discerning about whom one befriends, of course.

(WV: reweesie: Afrikaans for, 'The Apartheid days weren't so bad after all.')

May said...

I was thinking of joining Facebook today but I am unsure since I wouldn't want anyone I know to get in touch.

rockmother said...

It is an evil vortex of losttimeness but nevertheless I have succumbed and am ashamed to admit to having 'played' 54 games of Scrabble already since joining last year. I need help as I am evidently quite beyond it.

Annie said...

I spent two years on Facebook waiting for Tim Footman to join up, and then I went and quit just two weeks before he did.

I'm going back on it soon, though. I only quit because I was 'wasting too much time online'. I waste the exact same amount of time online now, only now I do it reading the news. At least Facebook never made me burst into uncontrollable fits of tears.

Hmm, this could be the beginnings of a blog-post. Oh, no, that would be 'wasting time online'.

Tim Footman said...

All a bit overwhelming at the moment, not quite sure how intimate a gesture it is to write on someone's wall. I mean, what's the point of a wall if you can't draw a large amusing willy on it?

This must be what it's like to become a Scientologist or a Moonie. Half the world saying "So glad you saw the light" and the others saying "Ooh, don't go there".

And in the midst of it, I get an e-mail from Friends Reunited, which is a reproach along the lines of "What happened to the nice Jewish boy we once knew and loved?"

patroclus said...

Facebook is my least favourite of all the social networking things I've tried - not least because you have to use your real name and you can only fraternise with people you already know. Plus it's just so infantile. It's like being back in primary school and playing fortune-telling games at playtime with bits of folded-up paper.

I quite like looking at people's photos, though.

Annie said...

Yes, the best bit is getting to see photos of the Blue Kitten on it.

Billy said...

The real name-ness annoys me but it's not too bad.

Tim Footman said...

I think it's the attempt at comprehensiveness that gets me - it tries to be all things to all users. If I come up with a banal observation, I don't know whether to put it on Facebook or Twitter. Pictures? Music? The book you just read? There's a Heath Robinson aspect that makes me think my page is going to fall over any minute (or devour Mrs Flittersnoop's cat, and there's 50p for anyone who can spot that reference).

Oh well, we'll see.

I don't mind the real name-ness. Without it, I wouldn't know that Billy's really called Marjorie Goldblatt.

Boz said...

I find it useful for discovering about all the parties I don't get invited to.

Bastards.