The Skewed Review: Dog seeking friends
Matt Jacobson
Issue date: 11/2/09 Section: Opinion
I'm conducting a small social experiment: I decided it's about time to see how well my pet pooch will fare on a social networking site.
This whole idea started when I began having the most random people send me friend requests on Facebook. Once there was a small group of people I know and once knew, now there is suddenly an overwhelming faction of followers who want to be my online buddy for who knows what reasons.
Lately I find myself being invited to the most obscure groups. I made the mistake, inevitable as it may be, of joining Farmville. As many of you know, this is the most self-destructive action a person can take outside of drug abuse. The hours wasted in front of my computer can't be documented, even by NASA. My membership in Farmville has led to invitations from groups such as Mafia Wars, Yoville and Bejeweled Blitz, Among others.
How does one get on this eternal list to receive countless time-wasting possibilities? Where along the way did my name get entered in the bottomless abyss that is the Facebook games database?
All right, I admit I created another Facebook account, just so I could have another Farmville friend. I won't get into the rules of the game, but the more friends you have on Farmville, the more fun things you can do on your farm. So after a while, I noticed my alter-ego getting friend requests and group invites.
So I finally decided to dedicate my dog's life to the study of Facebook. She and I agreed we would get as many friends as possible added to the account, but play no games nor join any groups. Our goal is to see how many groups my dog is invited to, and in how short of a time.
This leads me to the review of the week. The creators of Facebook get a split review. For the creation of this Web site that seems to reunite old friends in this modern age, they get to see the next 10 movies of their choice with free drinks and no sudden urges to expel their bodily fluids during the flick.
This whole idea started when I began having the most random people send me friend requests on Facebook. Once there was a small group of people I know and once knew, now there is suddenly an overwhelming faction of followers who want to be my online buddy for who knows what reasons.
Lately I find myself being invited to the most obscure groups. I made the mistake, inevitable as it may be, of joining Farmville. As many of you know, this is the most self-destructive action a person can take outside of drug abuse. The hours wasted in front of my computer can't be documented, even by NASA. My membership in Farmville has led to invitations from groups such as Mafia Wars, Yoville and Bejeweled Blitz, Among others.
How does one get on this eternal list to receive countless time-wasting possibilities? Where along the way did my name get entered in the bottomless abyss that is the Facebook games database?
All right, I admit I created another Facebook account, just so I could have another Farmville friend. I won't get into the rules of the game, but the more friends you have on Farmville, the more fun things you can do on your farm. So after a while, I noticed my alter-ego getting friend requests and group invites.
So I finally decided to dedicate my dog's life to the study of Facebook. She and I agreed we would get as many friends as possible added to the account, but play no games nor join any groups. Our goal is to see how many groups my dog is invited to, and in how short of a time.
This leads me to the review of the week. The creators of Facebook get a split review. For the creation of this Web site that seems to reunite old friends in this modern age, they get to see the next 10 movies of their choice with free drinks and no sudden urges to expel their bodily fluids during the flick.
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