Under a Gibbous Moon

It is said the he who shouts the loudest has the most to hide. Since his disastrous anti-gay advertisement, it seems that Republican Presidential hopeful Rick Perry has succeeded in getting people to wonder what, or rather who, may be hiding in his closet.

Rick Perry is far the people’s choice when searching Google for information that he might be gay. Interestingly enough, the focus of this attention is coming from the place where the people should know him the best, his home state of Texas.

So Rick, take this piece of advice. Tone it down and if you’re hiding in the closet, come out, God still loves you (it’s just Christians that don’t).

I recently received an email from Facebook informing me that I had not logged in in a long time. In addition to informing me of thing I already knew, it went on to tell me about all the friend requests, notifications, and pictures I had been tagged in.

Dear Facebook,

If I cared, I would have logged in.

Thank you.

Gmail considers itself spam. This could lead to a recursion that could destroy the universe!

Looks like some psychologists have studied social media such as facebook and have determined a correlation between pages and clinical narcissism. No shit. Facebook whoring has been there for a while. I’ve seen people with well over 1,000 friends. I doubt they even have that many acquaintances.

I can honestly say, I don’t like Facebook. I don’t even remember the last time I checked it.

At one point, it was useful. It allowed people to easily stay in contact with friends who lived in disparate parts of the country or even the world. At some point though, that changed. Facebook changed into VagueAcquaintanceBook. I see people who have several hundred “friends” even though they are actually the ex-brother-in-law of the sister whose cousin they met at a party one time.

FaceBook also changed into SpamBook. I got really tired of being asked to help someone find the Pearl of Wisdom so that they could could get and extra 100 fun bucks so they could buy the armor they needed to slay the dragon so they could steal his hoard and use the proceeds to adopt a panda. Fine, you like the game but don’t drag me into it.

So until FaceBook actually turns back into Facebook, I’m going to continue not use it.