The Echo Chamber Blog

Something should be done about the problem that we are facing in cyberspace. And I’m not talking about running out of IP addresses, because we won’t have to worry about that until September 2011. I’m talking about people who take social networking too seriously. I love Facebook. And I’ve begun to love Twitter. However I hate everyone on Facebook. And I’ve begun to hate everyone on Twitter.

Let me start with Twitter, since it’s newer. Lee Reed and I were talking the other day about the Twatter and what we though of it. Essentially I, and TECB, use it for News and the occasional advertisement. Twitter makes you feel important because you can type 140 characters of pure horse shit but you know it will be read by someone because it shows up on everyone’s feed. The Twatter became so big so fast because celebrities are able to be followed by common folk and we get to peak inside their day-to-day, with out the usual road blocks of restraining orders and security guards. Every day I’ll receive an e-mail that says “so and so is now following you!” and I’ll get a tad-bit excited that, me, a nobody, has a fan. Then I click on their name in said e-mail only to find out that their account is already suspended by the brass at Twitter. There goes my feel good high of the day. Spammers. Other than my life-partner, I don’t follow regular people on Twitter. I don’t need to be “friends” with you on Facebook and “follow” you on Twitter. That’s kind of lame. I like to hear what Mayer Hawthorne has to say about things. The Office’s Rainn Wilson is always hilarious. I use it for hip-hop news. I use it for baseball breaking news. Twitter is another thorn in the eye of newspapers since it is instant gratification for the news worthy. And that’s all it should be used for. Being funny. Being newsworthy. Selling things. Don’t care about what you’re making for dinner or if your daughter just got her period. These things don’t need to be shared with the world. Which brings me to Fezbook.

Facespace, Bookface, Facetwat, TwitBook. Call it what you want, but everyone (‘cept for Lee) is on Facebook. Not to brag, but I’ve been on there since the days where only people who had college email addresses were allowed to join. Then they opened it up to certain companies, then, the inevitable, every other douche bag in the world was able to join. Over the last couple of years (I don’t want to speak for everyone, but…) parents and other elder family members began to join. I have no problem with this at all. In fact I welcome it because when you move across the country as I did it helps to stay in touch. At the time of the influx of olds, I felt the need to censor myself. Now, let it be known that I don’t post pictures of myself smoking drugs or what happened at the bar over the weekend, because, unlike most people, I’ve grown past those days and I took part in debauchery while I should have been doing my SATs. So the things I felt needed censoring were my status updates. I use these updates as a.) a way to vent, b.) a cheap laugh, c.) a quick complaint, d.) to ‘big-up’ someone or something, e.) to describe a bowel movement, f.) alert people of a natty disasty (natural disaster) that I just appeared in, and g.) most importantly to show off my uncanny ability to use hyperbole, sarcasm, facetiousness, and satire. Of it all, the last one is the one that still gets the most cyber uproar. I’m not about to use emitocons at age 25. I’ve always refused to use internet abbreviations like “lol” and “lmao” and “rofl” and I take pride in knowing the difference between their, there, and they’re.

So if you’re keeping score at home, I don’t have pictures of me drinking and drugging, I know how to spell, and I’m slowly chipping away at me and my father’s life goal of making at least one person laugh per day, everyday.

Yet I’m public enemy number one because I don’t hate Muslims, vote Democrat, love the Gay community, and find the Bible to be just a really, really old comic book. My censory (I’m aware that’s not a real word) only lasted a few weeks and maybe comes up for a day or so after I add a new person to my elite collection of friends (ahem, sarcasm). Essentially I’m using this blog post as one long status update that can’t fit on a Facebook page because I’m begging for people to lighten up. With the thousands of herbs and tea bags and douche bags that litter my friends’ friends lists, I feel the intelligent get pushed away (yes, elitist) and the piss-poor excuses for humans are honored.

Interests : Going to the bar, Parties, The Yankees, Girls, etc.

^^^This is real. A real life person thinks these are interesting. I love the “etc.,” like the Yankees and girls are related to the first two and that there are more. I would like to thank everyone for reading this. And friend me here and follow me here. Don’t be dick’s.