Stu's take on... Facebook

Facebook… the idea has some merit: keep in touch with your mates, post the occasional embarrassing photo of a friend doing something dumb (probably thanks to a shot or 8 of tequila), even track down some long lost person who you otherwise would have no idea of how to locate, short of employing a private detective (which could in turn be construed as being ever so slightly stalkerish – just a thought, Mr Restraining Order).

But seriously folks…

Really? You have absolutely NOTHING better to do? Seriously?

Don’t care. No really, you have too much time on your hands.

Cute pictures of cats? Really? Do I HAVE to be subjected to this?

Any regular reader of this site is under no illusions as to my feelings on the subject of LOL Cats: Nothing a well placed rottweiler wouldn’t solve…

Not to be a drag or anything, but … Dude: not a bat’s chance in hell! If you need Facebook to tell you that Miss Fox is pining for you, you’re one step away from becoming a trekkie. And you don’t want to go down that road…

Fine: do your quizzes, read your horoscopes, find out what your name means (according to some 16 year old programmer from the Philippines anyway), etc. But we R E A L L Y don’t want to know about it.

Oh! Your name means “bringer of peace to those with scabies”, does it? Well done. Here’s a cookie.

This image doesn’t really work here, but it’s all I could rustle up after being driven nearly to the point of insanity by the constant stream of updates from everyone’s Farmville game’s feeling the need to go on and on and on and on about some clown who forgot to milk their cow (seriously?) and something about a missing sheep, ploughing a field, and… Zzzzzzzz.

I think there was something about a daisy in there too, but I’m not entirely sure, as by that point my laptop had been ejected from an upstairs window and was currently travelling in a pleasing, almost graceful, arc across my garden.

So to cut a very long story short, I finally figured out how to block Farmville updates from my news stream, which would explain the lack of an image about Fred the FAIL Farmer losing a goose. Shout it from the rooftops! Happy day!

To end off, here’s a thought: