Facebook: Google ain't got crap on us...if you're obsessive.

When I got home tonight and logged  onto my friendly facebook profile, I was bombarded with information; more than I would have dug up on my own. Some of this infomation was even about me! The most shocking of these was that Sabrina Sallas and I just became friends a couple of hours ago. This was quite embarrassing as I have been treating Sabrina as though she were my friend for quite a while. I guess Brazillian women, especially ones married to Jeff Scott, are extremely indulgent.

Meg commented on an old photo I had and Emily totally burned me on a wall post. This is information that I would have found out on my own, but now was out there for the world to see. I can also tell by Emma Teal's activity that she may not be ignoring my immature barbs on her photo albums or wall, but in fact, may actually be busy with a real life. She hasn't done anything on facebook in days!! THE NERVE!!

As I logged into my own personal profile, my every last step on facebook for the last couple of days was listed. I wasn't nearly as offended by this as some folks, but I was definitely taken aback. Laura Chavoya even went so far as to describe facebook founder Mark Zuckerburg (in her first facebook note post) as "whack," a true death blow to any male aspiring to social acceptability.

But you know what? Contrary to all of our initial reactions and subsequent repulsion, none of us are as above this as we think. Seriously. Look at everyone talking about it, making groups about it, and writing notes that never have before. Maybe ol' Mark knew what to do to spark some renewed interest and keep things fresh. 

And NO ONE on here can tell me that they don't have friends on their AIM list that they haven't talked to in years, but still check their away messages when they're bored. NO ONE! This just takes it to a whole new level I suppose. Personally, I think it's quite a bit of overkill and/or most of the information is redundant. But as long as I control the information flow that people get about me, I'm okay. The day facebook posts on the front page that "Nick Nafpliotis took a massive dump at 11:10 PM," I'm outta here. Oh, and that last part was totally a hypothetical example. It didn't happen. But the serving of baked cheetos I just ate may make it a reality soon. How's that for some real time updating?