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Facecrook

July 16th, 2010 | by Black

Facebook is criminal.  And I’m not speaking in some allegorical sense that would normally culminate in my ranting about loose security measures that sacrifice our collective privacy…no, that was addressed as per the strip. Facebook is criminal in a very literal sense – in that it consistently steals hours of my life and on a daily basis.  Okay, okay, to be honest, “steal” may not be the best word.  One does not “steal” if the other party gives something up willingly.  But upon reflection I ask myself, do I really give my time away so freely?  I say no.  Let’s take Ninja Warz for example.  If I fail to play for one day do you realize the leveling potential I’ve squandered for that day?  It would be nearly impossible to get that sort of time back.  For this very reason, they make me…no, FORCE me to log in and defend my virtual honor.  Sure, during that time I could have probably listened to my sister whine about her boyfriend drama, or pay attention to my wife, or could have even gone to my daughter what’s-her-name’s birthday-party-something-or-other, but who’s gonna hold down the fort in Castle Age? Huh?  Digital fortresses do not watch themselves people.  Someone’s gotta hold the line.

Addiction is no laughing matter. Call 1-800-GETTA-LIFE.

Unfortunately there’s a whole ‘nother side to this sadistic “social networking” coin – and that would be the “social networking” side.  Between status updates, friend invites and photo uploads (and the list goes on) – who in the hell has time to actually live?  What I planned on being a quick check on my friend’s updates usually becomes some convoluted discussion about zombie Elvis vs. marshmallow Godzilla – interesting, but hardly productive.  Three hours later I still find myself helplessly hunkered down to my keyboard like a tear-covered Pookie from New Jack City (old school reference kiddies, wiki-it).  Damn, I wish I could quit you.

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