pour one out.
KYMdb - Goodnight Sweet Prince
I don’t think I know anyone IRL who’d get this.
Heard a joke once: Man goes into doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says “Treatment is simple. Great website Calming Manatee is online. Go to it. That should pick you up.”
Man bursts into tears. Says “But, Doctor…I am Calming Manatee.”
Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.
So it’s just been announced that Facebook are buying Instagram for a billion dollars. Damnit, I haven’t even had it a week on Android yet.
Well, just so long as I don’t have to a) use my meat-name b) link it to my Facebook account c) see any pictures to illustrate any of those damned awful status updates.
Because they genuinely hinder me from relating to/being able to stand people in daily conversation. I can have a perfectly good conversation with someone until they say ‘epic fail’ and I don’t laugh only to hear from them “Oh, I guess you haven’t heard of that yet”
Not sure if I hate Facebook…
…or the third possibility is a little from both column A and column B.
Incidentally, in lieu of gift-tags, all my presents are currently labelled with post-it notes, so this is a sentiment I approve of.