I was just informed on my FaceSpace home page that someone had sent me a virtual ”Happy Gift”. Well thank fucking whatever deity you buy into. Admittedly, a lot of us have received tangible gifts less worthy of receiving than a hail mary from Ryan Leaf; but at least in those instances, there was some type [...]
(Note: All misspellings, made up words, and grammatically incorrect sentences are intentional, so save your breath)
As far as I can tell, participation on spaceface is purely voluntary. No matter what, there is no law saying you have to share your face, space or anything you’re reading. That being a carry on, what is the Monty Hall [...]
In the town of Spacefaceville, you can spread your thoughts via a chain letter-like conglomeration of “friends”. There is no limit or restraint on the number or type of people whose space you can invade with your face. Before you can start hoarding faces, you have to either successfully “request” a friendship or accept a request [...]
The narcissism you see above is provided by some random meathead whose profile pic I boosted from Facebook - I am guessing it is part of the portfolio he put together for his Chippendale’s application. It also illustrates one of the few things that I still enjoy about being on Facebook, which is seeing people make complete asses of themselves in an open [...]
