Adapted/Ripped Off From Ruffles
You can play spot the difference if you have keen eyes...
I've recently registered on
Facebook. I've accumulated a handful of friends; I really have no idea of what I'm doing with it or what I should be doing with it. Rob told me to sign up, so I have. As part of the original Internet generation, my comprehension of it was basically as a big unwieldy largely inaccurate book. Social networking was limited to a bit of email and the odd message board. I'm probably missing the whole point of Web 2.0 -- which I suspect is either to hook people up for sex or to get jobs for the boys in the Square Mile -- but apart from accumulating old and lost friends, I just seem to spend most of my time finding out that my 'friends' are making 'friends' with people I've never heard of, turning people into zombies and/or sending them fish. There are 5 Nobby's on there, one of whom also seems to be an accountant who works in London (jobs for the boys in the Square Mile), and looks like a tosser. I've also randomly joined a few local groups, but quickly spotted that I am old enough to be the father of all the other members of said groups ("Welcome to our group gramps").
Second Life reference:
"I like your boobs mummy" -- India to Vic (yesterday)
That's my girl!
Borrowed next door's Wii system and Sports game. Love the tennis. Bowling is cool. Baseball is alright. Golf is OK. Boxing is awful. Thought it was great on Saturday after mojitos and beers*. Getting bored of it after just five days. I don't think I'll be buying one.
