Years ago, I think it was in Mad Magazine, every suicide attempt character would always say, Good Bye Cruel World. Well on Friday I said good bye new world.
30 Rock satires it as U face. I hate it. I will call it out. Facebook sucks. Big time. I don’t get it. It reminds me of a John Prine song…”Quit Hollering at Me”. I came to the conclusion that Facebook equaled people advertising themselves. And I ain’t buying it.
I don’t want to know what traffic was like for you today. I don’t want to know that your life is great. I don’t want to know that you are at the Olympic village. I am not taking that quiz, don’t want to know who you look like and could give not a shit about your imaginary farm.
Feel free to call me, come see me or send me a letter. Drop by. See me. Tommy was right and he was a dear dumb blind pinball player. See me, Feel me …touch me.
On Friday I deleted all my pictures and posted the following:
“I am taking the Red Pill. See you in reality.”
It seems no one got it.
I was hoping to start a chain reaction. I visualized it as me poking out my window and shouting “ I am mad as hell…and I am not going to take it anymore".
Years ago, at a Mariner game I passed a fake ice cream stand called “Dippin Dots”. It billed itself as the ice cream of the future. I tried it and concluded that was not the future I wanted to live in.
I have tried Facebook. It is not the future I want to live in.
Lyrics to Quit Hollering at me:
I don't want your big French Fry
I don't want your car
I don't want to buy no soap
From no washed-up movie star
You are so much louder
Than the show I wanna hear
With your sugarless gum
Gee, but I'm dumb
Non-alcoholic beer
It's enough to make a grown man
Blow up his own TV
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
I heard you the first time
I heard myself say
Seems like the little woman
Is getting bigger every day
You don't have to tell the neighbors
A little silence ain't no sin
They already think my name is
Where in the hell you been?
Louder, louder, louder, louder, louder
Constantly
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Whoa oh whoa oh
Sweet Serenity
Whoa oh whoa oh
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Ain't it great at the end of the day
When there ain't no sound around
Just me and the fence post
Staring each other down
Nothing but a big bunch of nothing
Driving me insane
Cause there ain't no voice that's louder
Than the one inside my brain
Hey you go on
Go on and let me be
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Whoa oh whoa oh
Sweet Serenity
Whoa oh whoa oh
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
Quit hollerin' at me
4 comments:
I got it!
If you have time for Facebook, you have too much time on your hands.
Facebook is like getting family Christmas letters from certain people every friggin' day of the year.
Who knew that so many people have such outstanding children, grandchildren and lives? I'm surprised that more of them don't have full scholarships to Harvard, Yale and Stanford.
The thing about Facebook is this: it has taken on a life of its own and does not require your participation or mine to continue. No one even notices if you are there or not. Because there is no there there.
In making the statement that Facebook is an advertisement of one's self, I must ask, is a blog not also the same thing?
outta da mouth of babes....not you Peggy;
I was referring to Peter's comment.
Peter:
In terms of ads this blog is a line in the little nickel compared to facebook being a superbowl spot.
Just throwing my thoughts down here, not telling people how traffic is, asking them to feed my farm animals etc.
The sad thing is, no one seems to know I have left facebook, I made such an impact
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