So anyway, one of my more notable irritations is facebook. I don't have one, I don't want one, I can't understand the rampant obsession with informing the rest of the world of your most intimate pursuits. It pales in comparison only to twitter where followers wait with baited breath for someone to "tweet" "I'm eating lunch and I just farted." Facebook is like a pox, a rampant infection that has spawned a horde of brain feasting social zombies who want to tell me what their moods are as if I give a s***.
Honestly, unless you are some person who is geographically separated from your family and only use it to keep them up to speed or you are a damaged teen using it to flash your pedoporn to the world in an effort to punish your daddy, it's a complete wasteland of fail.
Now, taking all that into account, you can appreciate this delicious tidbit of irony. Our company has a facebook page! It's the first I have heard of it actually. The only reason I know it exists is because I was just told I am on the team to run the page!!!!
Not only that, we are apparently in some sort of game of oneupsmanship with other sections and we are supposed to be more "facey" than everyone else. Good lord. Was I Hitler in a past life? Stalin? Caesar? a Telemarketer? What karmic ripple of evil hath I set in motion that it now breaks mercilessly upon the shores of my mental paradise?
O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.
