What the fuck?!
I have a tumblr blog?! Since WHEN??
Saturday plans
<Jim>
ooh lou reed is curating an exhibit at st ann's today
<Jim>
with original musical score
<RobWhite>
Nice.
<Jim>
i guess i could go downstairs and participate in society at somepoint
<Jim>
then again
<RobWhite>
Take it from me, being a hermit is modestly overrated.
<Jim>
yeah, i like bouts of hermitude
<Jim>
i like to get to the point where i'm about to start bottling my own urine and then i reintroduce myself to civilization.
<RobWhite>
Hahahah.
<RobWhite>
I think a guy in the UFC tried drinking his own urine as part of his training regimen. A main-eventer, even.
<Jim>
eww
<RobWhite>
I'm glad you don't do that, nor barter your clipped toenails for scrap metal.
Facebook rules
I used to feel bad about this list of pending friend requests. I couldn’t bring myself to reject them but nor could I except some of them for various reasons. In the old days it was a contest to have a lot of online friends. I would feel inferior if someone I knew had a higher number than me. Now I realize I don’t WANT a high score in this game and have even gone as far as weeding out this list. I felt little remorse about doing this now. It’s not a personal rejection I figure, just a way to maximize my actual (fairly limited) use of the software.
Rules:
- If I don’t remember your name you’re gone. You may have 20 similar friends and claim to have gone to the same school but if I don’t remember you I’m sorry, I just don’t and there’s really no reason for you to be here.
-You have only photos of your children. I’m glad you were able to experience the miracle that happens 99,999 times a day but I’m not on FacebookWithYourFriendsKids.com and I don’t give a fuck what your kid is doing. Kids are boring. FACT.
-You post retarded Tea Party propaganda or other overly political/religious bullshit and you’re not family. I can accept it from them but if I don’t know you THAT well I don’t have to hear it from you. I don’t need some hussy from my old high school vandalizing my news feed with something they heard on the internet about how healthcare will somehow make Stalin rise from the dead.
-You spam me with those stupid fucking games. Jesus dude, seriously.
-Non-stop updating/over-sharing. If I wanted to know about what you ate for dinner or saw in your bathroom I guess I’d just marry you. But to everyone else it’s friggin boring and obnoxious. I haven’t seen you in person in 2 years and this is how you want to keep in touch? By telling everyone about your bowels? No thanks. This also applies to flickr. If all you can do is photograph what you’re eating why the hell don’t you just eat your camera?
