I noticed an article about Facebook yesterday where it's value and profits have sunk, with a comment from Rupert Murdoch about buying MySpace and the next target might be FB
which you might have seen
para-mezzanine-media
The figures show FB's own particular recession
Strange that it was briefly unavailable
which led me to a reason to celebrate which I'll mention later
I was surprised to be initially referred to it years ago.
Many people I know might see it as unreal and valueless
Flocking like a herd that's desperate
People without their own mind, who'd walk into any big store and easily persuaded to buy something they don't need or can't afford
The best people I know are those with the will to say 'no' like me
FB has become important to me to track the progress of people I knew, and I might not meet again, where I'm and the bottom of the heap. It does bring a tear of envy and respect for them.
The photos. Contributions. Any events published as a reason to meet.
What this meant to me: those who all flocked to buy their special, shiny, floppy-flappy flippy-lappy-toppy, and a new beautiful one every month, new tellyfone with no idea what these things do or how they work, as a new shiny car. Whoops! They dropped the lappy in the bath. Time for a new one.The only use for a lappy is the FB website. There is nothing else. Their world. Browser games. For the homeless.
How people would survive without the FB umbilical cord.
My fantasy apocalyptic world if our sun died, or there was no more oil, no more food. Some random nuclear falldown accident. Death. I look forward to any scenario where any person's desperation began internationally... tsunami... disease. If no more FB. I feel the one with more reserves available than most peoples' marriage and essential material possessions. Wake up calls are my history of loss
Because I was shown my own death more than once.
The chance to survive before death, armed with a crowbar, and to have someone beside me