
Facebook is weird
Late last night, comfortably tucked into my bed, Ninja Turtle PJ’s and hot cup of cocoa in tow, I was disturbed by the shrill tone of my Blackberry announcing a Facebook message had arrived. As it turned out, some helpful soul (who I am “friends” with apparently) was kindly letting me know that my services were desperately required. You see, if I joined the “If one million people join this group I bet we can save the Polar Bears from global warming” group, I could in fact end global warming. I joined obviously, as who am I to fuck with a Polar Bear’s right to sit down every once and a while. After forwarding the invitation to Al Gore, and feeling pretty good about myself, I set about updating my Facebook status. One minute became ten. Beads of sweat formed on my brow, and my cocoa became strangely bitter. There was no avoiding the obvious. I was in the grips of Status Writers Block. (more…)