Damnitkage

Recently Facebook has come under fire, and rightly so, for sucking in a major way.  They’ve changed pretty much everything so that now everytime you visit Facebook, you owe them $321.93, a monthly diet coke stock and naked pictures of your wife.

Kidding.  No naked pictures.  Unless you really want to get in good with them.

On top of all the mass suckage comes news today that they’ve screwed up again and started secretly adding apps to your profile.  No biggie you say.

Think again Einstein.

Now according to an article on PC World, when you visit certain sites, apps get installed to your profile.  You don’t have to have a Facebook window open, be logged in, think about Facebook or really even have a Facebook account.  This is such suckage that if you don’t have a Facebook account, and you visit these sites, if you ever do get a Facebook account, this stuff will automatically be added to your profile, emails will be sent from your account stressing your love forDonny Osmond (not Marie) and that you like to wear womens clothing.  Which really isn’t so bad, but TO CHURCH.

You can’t get away from this stuff either.  You can delete the apps but next time you visit the site, BANG.  Instant appification of your profile.  Don’t like it?  Okay, go ahead and delete it.  It’s gone.  Right?  No.  Not really.  Facebook just likes to punk you, flip you off and dare you to do something about it all while calling you a pussy.

What can you do?  Nothing really.  Like one of the George Bushes said about rape, if it’s inevitable you might as well sit back and enjoy it.  Tell Facebook what a stud you think it is, how manly and big it is and how it really, really satifisfies you.  Then if you feel like it, you can kick it in the balls.  Won’t do much but hey, you’ll probably feel better.

Facebook contacted PC World and said, basically, “our bad dude.  Like we’re really, really totally sorry.  Total bummer dude.”  They’ve made it so that it won’t happen again.  ”Dude, like we’ve totally made it so like it won’t happen again and shit.  Really sorry yo.”

You’ll still have to manually remove any crap that’s there.  I’m sure, totally sure that Facebook, really, really didn’t count on that.  Really.  They said so.

See?  With help like this…blame everything bad on Comet.  He posts the stuff you don’t like.  Yeah.  That’s it.

At least for today.

Great writer, smart, witty, kind of a smart ass at times.  What I wish I could be, only with more hair.

One Car Jam

Tom Petty sang it much better than I ever could begin to.

Waiting.  It’s hard.  It’s terribly hard.  For many, many people these days, myself included, waiting is the new national pasttime.  Send the resume, wait.  Resend the resume. Wait.  Get an interview!  Hurray.  Go to interview.  Go to second, and third interviews.  Wait.  Wait some more.  Send “hey, Hi there…um…remember me?” letter.  Only worded much better than that.  Wait.  Go mow the yard, paint the walls, scrub the floors.  Wait.

Phone rings.  Try not to pee pants, realize it’s your mother.  Gibber and jabber with her for a while, promise all is well, everything is fine.  Hang up.  Wait.

Check phone to make sure it’s charged and on.  It is.

Wait.

Send resumes, call people who might be able to help.  ”Sure, send my your resume and I’ll pass it on.  Swear to god”.  Send resume.

Wait.

It really has become the national pastime with so many people out of work.  In March, according to government statistics 9.7% of the population was out of work.  6.5 MILLION people were unemployed for more than 27 weeksw.  That’s a Houston sized city of people sitting around watching Spongebob.  While I”m sure that we all enjoy Spongebob, I think that I can speak for many of us when I say we’d rather watch it on TIVO after we get home from work.

What’s funny/irritating?/bothersome/etc.  is the amount of people who offer advice that they all swear is the best.  Go network, go to job fairs, always be working to get that new job, always be on your best behaviour, dress like your going to an interview, wear clean underwear, brush your teeth, cut your hair, network, network and network.  While this is all pretty good advice, I think that people are getting a little tired of being networked.  Also when I’m mowing the yard I don’t generally wear coat and tie.  I mean…sure sometimes it’s nice for a change to dress all fancy to cut the grass, but when it’s hot, it’s pretty uncomfortable.

I wish us all luck.  Everyone of us who is looking for work.  If you’re not looking for work because you’re one of the cool kids who actually have jobs, then more power to you.

In the mean time think I’ll wait around and do some networking.  With the cats.

Recent article on Gizmodo featuring top 10 reasons to delete your Facebook account. I beg to differ and offer 10 reasons not to delete your Facebook account.

1.  You can have fun antogizing your Republican/Democrat friends.  Disagree with everything they say just to cause trouble.  It’s fun.
2.  Think of all the free time you would have.  What in the world would you do then?3.  You’ll ruin your chances for that hook up with a long lost high school chum.  Of course when you do meet you’ll realize that you’re both old, fat and not as pretty as you were in high school but after a few more Bud Lights you’ll have a clumsy grope in the back of the bar while Bon Jovi plays on the stereo.  You’ll both later realize it was stupid.
4.   You’ll miss out on playing Farm Wars or Mafiaville or whatever game is the current rage.  You’ll be upset because you had 9 gajillion points and were ready to move up a level.
5.  All those prayer requests and flag waving applications won’t be as good without your participation and the lack thereof may very well lead to some sort of supernatural badness involving flying serpents, backwards talking babies and Pee Wee Herman in a black leather corset.
6.  The Big Prize Giveaways that you pointlessly enter 93 times a day will cease to exist without your participation.  It will change to Mediocre prize giveaways where they’ll pawn off used tennis shoes, half eaten bags of Doritios and pictures of Charo.
7.   Your mom won’t know what kind of trouble you’ve gotten into and will probably call your aunt to come over and check on you.  You will at that very instance just happen to be trying on a magical fairy costume that you’ve had hidden in your closet.
8.    You’ll miss out on joining such fun groups as “I Love Salad” and “The Love Boat – Best Show Ever or Magical Journey Into Neverland”.
9.   You’ll just end up joining some other social network like Assbook or Ding made up entirely of losers too stupid to work the complicated Facebook.
10.  Your brain activity may actually increase causing an instant flood of awareness and you’ll be so overwhelmed you’ll piss yourself and fall to the ground flopping around like a fish.  You’ll probably never speak again and take to wearing rainbow coloured wigs and holding up signs at city council meetings that have very little to do with the meeting or even anything known to modern man.

Very cool. I was a little kid but I remember.  Makes me miss whatever it was.  I miss it.
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One of my favorite sites, Coudal Partners has a regular event/game/whatever called Layer Tennis.  Layer Tennis is a contest of sorts between two designers.  It starts off with a volley of an image/movie/etc.  file created using Photoshop or Illustrator or both and then the other person uses that “layer” to create something and then it goes back, etc.  Usually it’s just imaging, non-moving pictures.  Still, very, very cool.  This week is a completely different beast.  There’s sound/incredible art/movement…pretty much everything but a total jack into your brain pleasure center.  Although that might be coming up.

Follow it here.  You’ll be glad you did and will probably want to thank me by sending money. I’ll happily accept it.

I’ve decided that facebook kind if sucks. I mean it sucks in a way that people that I know on facebook apparently can’t research anything for themselves and totally believe any garbage that gets posted anywhere. Case in point ? The recent insurance fiasco.

There were posts that alleged that the health insurance bill was, more or less, birthed from the very loins of Satan. One of the biggest threads linked to a video in YouTube. The account owner was Jesus-Christ-is-the-best-ever or something like that. Needless to say the video alleged that the bill would pretty much allow the government in your pants and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do. It was all lies and was in fact, addressed by a newspaper in that bastion of left wing communism, Florida.

It’s this kind of all the time bullshit that sours me on facebook.

Think I’ll spend my time more productively somewhere else.

Great post @ huffington on getting laid off.  Truth.

Link to original story

Andy McDonald

I was recently laid off from my job. I know, awesome. Unfortunately, it’s not an uncommon occurrence these days and people tend not to react with the same surprise they would have in years past. When you tell them, people look at you like you just ripped your face off, only to reveal the exact same face. Picture that in your head right now. See, you’re surprised, but not for long, right? “OH MY GOD THIS GUY’S RIPPING HIS FACE OFF — oh wait, never mind, everything’s very normal.”

Being let go leaves you feeling screwed, even if the job was never a resume builder. I’ve since realized why “getting laid off” and “getting laid” are only one word apart. They’re very similar events. Here are ten reasons why…

1. Getting there involved talking yourself up with a lot of flowery half-truths. “What countries, specifically, do I perform charity work in, you ask? Well, what countries have you been to?” Or… “Unfortunately, any references who could have verified my exhaustive and highly decorated zoological background were killed in that tragic wolverine accident.” Or… “I would absolutely like to board this crazy train, Mr. Beck.”

2. They’ll jerk you around a lot in the beginning, but it doesn’t go where you want it to. Though there will be a release of one sort or another.

3. Being a straight shooter is admirable, but can sometimes end with you apologizing. Then sitting by yourself. Or paying a bill. Or both.

4. There’s an above average chance that you will steal something before you leave. And when you’re finally gone, you’ll try to think of reasons you can awkwardly go back to take the good stuff you didn’t think of at the time.

5. Deep down, you know it’s you who is responsible for spreading that virus. And in all instances, nudity was somehow involved.

6. Whether it’s your sales, your teamwork skills or something else, the term “flaccid” keeps coming up. However, you’re convinced you made a strong showing and maintain it was “someone else” who was responsible for any decline in performance.

7. When the coast is clear, you raid the fridge. Anything with a name on it is the first to go. When people write their name on food they’re just assuming everyone else is a criminal. And who cares, you probably won’t see them again, so take it and leave them in a state of constant paranoia.

8. Afterward, you tell yourself you’re done with “that.” From now on you have a fresh opportunity to follow your heart. Even if the next week involves a feverish search armed with standards subterranean enough to make a mole king blush.

9. Getting there also required purchasing new clothes and paying extra attention to hygiene. And on your way out, you realize just how much you overestimated the need for any of that.

10. In the end, they’re left unsatisfied with your performance. And you’re crying.