Twitter Narcissism — It’s real and it’s a pandemic!
Google defines "Pandemic" as an epidemic that is geographically widespread; occurring throughout a region or even throughout the world; and for those of you who don't know what epidemic means, start reading the dictionary and don't stop until you vaguely remember what your own name is.
Back to Pandemic, now the reason I am using this word is because this next rant is about something that is bigger than facebook groups, bigger than events and that is the typical narcisstic asshole that resides in our already dysfunctional society. However, this particular asshole (or assholette) has a new way of spreading love for themselves, and that's via Twitter!
Idiotic Facebook Groups!
You know, I thought I was done (atleast for the week) ranting about Facebook, but there's only so many idiotic and useless --even down-right confusing-- group invitations and very suttle announcements on my Live Feed [E.g. <moron> has joined the group <insert idiotic group name with each letter capitalized each new word>] before I again have to vent and cry out before I go Postal and start shooting all the PCs in a 2km radius. Now before I had this blog, I have vented at various points in time. Those of you who might follow me on Twitter (insert shameless plug here - @augrunt) will have had the pleasure of experiencing these first hand but it still hasn't caused the change of mentality I had hoped for... Idiots continue to be just that, Idiots.
Facebook Event Spam
Facebook, It's a beautiful thing really. Started back in February 2004 by some university student it has propelled itself into the World's most frequented #1 Social site. Everyone from your neighbour to your boss have either heard of, if not used Facebook -- and yes even your dear great grandma who pretended to be senile just to get some more FarmVille time. But there's one type of species of human that I detest, more so than your FarmVille hacking Grandma. Haven't
guessed which yet? It's Event Promoters...
Babies on Airplanes
You know, I love flying on airplanes (I know, something I don't hate) -- There's something about being a couple of thousands of feet away from everyone and everything that I hate on the ground below me that makes me smile. Not to mention that it is one of the only places I can sit back, relax and play Tap Tap Revenge on my iPhone (I hate the iPhone by the way) and pull off crazy 100% streaks! but all that blissfulness is lost once I happen (mostly all the time) to hear the torrential storm that is the cry of a baby, one who so happens to be incapable of handling a little atmospheric pressure in the eardrums.
How cars on the freeway seem to always pass me
I somehow hate, those cars on the freeway that seem to pass you. You know the ones I am talking bout, right?


