Come On My Facebook
I’ve recently added a lot of people I know to my page on facebook, where, after painful deliberations, I added a link to this blog from my profile.
Facebook’s great, and through networks I’ve had invitations from old friends and colleagues with whom it’s nice to be back in touch.
People, like me, look at a contact’s friends and, I would imagine, go: “don’t know them, who’s that?, what is she wearing?, oh hey - they’re friends with Cliff Jones”.
Then, at a click of a button, they send message to me which says they wish to connect, and if I know them then I agree and they become a contact of mine.
All this is great, but what started off as a networking tool for US students, is now were popular in the UK, and, not surprisingly, among gainfully employed members of the electronic media, which is where I work.
So when your colleagues get onto it, inevitably your boss, former bosses and prospective employers will also connect to you and your page which has a link to this site.
Do I want the director of some huge rival (and potential new boss) to know I use the word “bumclown”?
Well, when the director of that company updated his facebook page with a personalised url under his “homepage” section, I had to have a look. What was it? A professional network of other directors? An treasure trove of the internet’s corporate secrets?
No.
It was a blog of funny shit he’s see on the web.
So to bloggers the world over, and professional people: it’s all cool. It’s all right that I hold down a very serious job and write this stuff on the side. Everyone needs a laugh and a way to let off some creative steam, so to celebrate, I’m drawing your attention today to a site which is hours of fun with randomly-generated swearing.
Just this morning it generated ”anally relaxed monkey drummer”
Enjoy.
Do I still get the job?
July 16th, 2007 at 9:17 am
I feel your pain. I went to all the trouble of setting up a new weblog in May last year, completely devoid of personal details and, of course, my name. No more would there be 18 pages or so of results if you typed my name into Google. Oh no. And then Facebook comes along, and sheer vanity dictates that I found myself completely unable not to add a link to my site in my profile - that’s my profile containing my full name and, oh irony of ironies, even a picture.
It doesn’t help, of course, that 90% of my Facebook ‘friends’ are other bloggers.
I feel stupid. And dirty.
July 16th, 2007 at 1:38 pm
At least you’re popular.
Holy shaven shit biscuits. Ha, I like this site.
July 16th, 2007 at 1:55 pm
Twat Mangle.
Great, now I am going to be acting like an 8 year old in the corner of class looking at the National Geographics all day.
Munchkin Juggler..Cunt Lips…Fuck Bucket….Ugggg, I cant stop.
July 16th, 2007 at 5:46 pm
You’d have to be careful that your blog wasn’t better than any potential boss’s - they might get intimidated.
Still, must be a good sign when they’re on Facebook, right?
July 16th, 2007 at 8:44 pm
Facebook does indeed pose real life vs internet life issues. Not sure yet whether I’ll hold out, but I’m trying.
Psycho hosebeast from hell.
(nothing personal)
July 16th, 2007 at 10:05 pm
Witness - You are among friends. I guess the word gets out, as it has with me. Thanks for the comment. Monstrous pile of cunt.
Kathryn - Popular isn’t always good. Marmite miner.
Good, isnt it Dawn? Flangebanger.
Sam- it’s a great sign. Shagbandit.
FB - Facebook does feel lifelike, which is why it is so addictive. Turboslut.
July 16th, 2007 at 10:47 pm
Cunting ass munching baby fucker.
My eyes are so tired, my hands weak, yet I cant stop. I cant I tell you.
Piss sticks
Cuntalicious cum burger
I hate you Cliff……sigh.
July 16th, 2007 at 11:05 pm
Congratulations Dawn on a comment so offensive that it went straight into my automatic spam folder.
Dandy Whore-Whole
July 16th, 2007 at 11:26 pm
Turd Burgler! Smegma Freak! Worm-slicked rEctum!
… hhm. No, not getting it. I just never got the hang of this siort of thing,
July 17th, 2007 at 2:07 am
Nice! (patting myself on the back)
Whoring bottle-squatter
July 17th, 2007 at 10:01 am
HEY! You can’t call a blog post “Come on my Facebook”! That’s rude!
July 17th, 2007 at 10:03 am
Oh. Um. Hamfisted horsewanker.
July 17th, 2007 at 10:18 am
MONSTROUS PILE OF CUNT?! How DARE you?! I have never been so offended in all my life. I don’t have to come here to be so brutally insulted, you know. No, I can just stay at home, look at my reflection in the mirror and talk to that if I want to be insulted.
Oh dear, there goest that secret too.