Posts Tagged 'facebook'

Things That Rub Me The Wrong Way

  1. People that wear sneakers with skinny jeans. This goes double for people who wear Chucks with skinny jeans. It makes you look like a chicken with clown feet. If the Jonas brothers and Miley Cyrus look stupid in it airbrushed, you can be sure that you look like a complete moron too.
  2. People with political bumper stickers on their car during an election, after an election, and years after an election. I just want to start by saying that a bumper sticker cannot possibly change someone’s opinion on voting. Neat, you voted for Obama. Since that happened, I’ve lived in two countries and a midget Pumpkin Queen has become one of the biggest celebrities. Move on with your life. I assume that McCain supporters that leave their stickers up do so out of a mixture of spite and don’t-blame-me sentiments. Again, move on with your life.
  3. Train – Hey, Soul Sister. This is the most aggravating song of the 21st century. Vocalizing “hey,” “la,” or “oh” does not constitute lyricism and shouldn’t be rewarded as such. I know this is supposed to be a feel good song but I actually want to club baby seals when I hear it. All of you sheep can thank yourselves for letting a band as worthless as Train continue a career that has lasted about a century longer than it should have.
  4. Girls who wear colored eyeshadow. I say girls because you cannot have passed the Woman of America that Matter (WAM) bar exam while even considering to commit such a heinous crime. There’s really no right answer to colored eyeshadow besides “no.” The notion of matching your Forever 21 outfit to your eyeshadow is so nauseating that it makes me rethink going out in public to avoid the risk of seeing whatever Urban Decay shade has taken over your face.
  5. People who regularly communicate with their immediate family on Facebook. Do you guys seriously hate each other so much that you limit your communication to something as detached as Facebook? God forbid you have an actual relationship with the woman that birthed you. It’s 2010… there are these things called cell phones that help you speak to your loved ones. Better yet, we’ve just moved from the horse and buggy to automobiles so you can even see them more than once a year! Communicating in a place as public as Facebook is more for girls to make each other jealous, not to prove what a messed up relationship you have with your parents.

NV/R,

Maria

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Is Formspring Stupid?

While I am probably breaking the rules by asking a question off of formspring (since everyone knows you can only ask questions through this inane website), I think some finger-pointing is in order. For those of you who aren’t facebook friends with a herd of sheep, formspring is basically a website for people to anonymously ask other people questions. At this point you’re probably thinking… I don’t get it. Let me explain by example.

ideal candidates for formspring accounts

Meet Nina. Nina has little self-esteem and has broken many bridges in her life. Drama isn’t terribly uncommon (as she is in a sorority and is in college) and she’s had her fair share of breakups. Nina isn’t ugly or gorgeous, skinny or fat. Nina is a typical college female – the center of her own world, a speck of dust in the grand scheme of things.

nina the nobody

Since Nina lacks any ounce of maturity or self-knowledge, she cares deeply about what other people think of her. It is important to note that she doesn’t seem to care what her actual friends think of her (who would obviously just ask any questions to her face and/or already know the answers since they are friends with her). No, Nina wants to know what Susie Sorority (who is pissed off that her ex has a crush on Nina) thinks. In fact, when Susie “anonymously” calls Nina a fat whore, Nina take this to heart and allows it to consume her life. And so, Nina kills herself.

sheep + formspring = this

This actually happens. What “experts” (i.e. idiots with a BS in psychology or something) are calling “cyber-bullying” has gotten way out of hand through websites like myspace, facebook, and formspring. Honestly, though, putting yourself out there on any of these websites is inviting other weak sheep to gain enough confidence to confront you in ways they wouldn’t be able to face to face. This is obviously a recipe for disaster. Get a life, not a formspring.

On an unrelated side note, here is Margo’s formspring account. BAHHH!!!!!!

NV/R,

Maria

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He Bangs: Ricky Martin Comes Out as Gay

As with pretty much every actor/singer who “comes out of the closet”, with Ricky Martin it’s more a case of “pulling head out of FAAAABULOUS sand”. Yesterday, our Latin lover of the 90s ended years of certainty speculation by announcing that he is, in fact, gay.

Clearly enjoying himself.

Look, one of his hit songs was called Shake Your Bon Bon.

What’s incredible about this isn’t really that he’s gay – it’s how freaking interested everyone is. Trending on Twitter? Yes. News reports on Google popping up by the second? Check. People making “witty” posts on Facebook? Certainly. (Note: Are we adding to this? Yes.)

I guess I can’t fault him for coming out when he did, since his reason for keeping it a secret was for his career. After all, the last Shrek movie is coming out shortly and now a dancing donkey is the only reason that anybody remembers Ricky Martin’s name.

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NV/R,

Margo

Doppelganger Week on Facebook

Nice try, guys. For a second there I thought I had hundreds of good-looking friends! Then, sadly, I realized that instead everyone on my newsfeed has brilliantly substituted their usual duckface profile pic for a celebrity.

For those who haven’t noticed, the new Facebook fad is to change your profile to a celebrity you think looks like you.

Helen Keller and Ray Charles on Look-Alike Week

Helen Keller and Ray Charles on Look-Alike Week

News flash, Helen Keller: every single person that has an attractive celebrity as their profile picture doesn’t in the least bit resemble them. Oh wait… I have noticed that people have been sticking pretty true to skin tone and gender.

Wake up and smell the roses – none of you are special. If you were special and looked remotely like any celebrities, you’d probably be one and have your own pictures with more doctoring than Joan Rivers. Since you’re spending your time reading this blog and changing your profile picture according to the latest trend, I’ll have to assume you are just a moron.

NV/R,

Maria

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Tools Unite: The Facebook Status

I’m sure you have all seen some of the more recent Facebook status chains and wanted to kill yourself. For the past couple of weeks I’ve noticed that many of my “friends” *cough* have become extremely politically aware. More importantly, everyone on my friends list is apparently going to fall terminally ill immediately because health care is suddenly more than an issue than MTV reality shows, whiny song lyrics, and lolcatz combined.

facebookstatus

“Politically aware” Facebook statuses bother me just as much as Green Day’s self-important political rants and Pink’s supposed political career. I’m not exactly sure if people are trying to pass themselves off as smarter or more aware, but the point is that you will never be taken seriously for what you put up on Facebook. Jesus Christ, at least get a .com and legitimize yourself (*cough* www.whyisthispopular.com *cough*). For those people that are too useless to get a real soapbox, Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace remain to be fantastic forums of anonymity and fail. For the rest of us, there’s Mastercard Why Is This Popular DOT Com.

facebookstatusreply

NV/R,

Maria

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Facebook Profile Pictures

Facebook profile pictures are just another of Facebook’s many opportunities to make yourself look like even more of a douchebag than you actually are.

There are so many possibilities! Here are a few of my personal favorites:

The photo collage:

As if they didn’t already put up 3,000 favorite photos of themselves, some people feel the need to compile several hundred pictures of themselves in various poses and make that their profile pic. Aside from the fact that these people don’t think they can sum up their personalities in just one picture of themselves either a. looking tough in a hoodie, or b. leaning back from the camera and frowning, obviously the mini pics that show up on your newsfeed give you no idea of who this person is. That means that you peer at it for five minutes wondering if you have a friend who’s disfigured before you figure out that they’re actually just worthless.

Lololol nice pixxorz!

Lololol nice pixxorz!

Pamela Anderson with smaller boobs:

Then, of course, there is the girl who just can’t wait until actual face-to-face interaction to show how much of a whore she is. Her profile pic is always something where she’s smiling widely while in a swimsuit/shirt cut below where her boobs will sag to when she’s 60/with her finger in her mouth (seductively?). It doesn’t show enough to really interest guys (who go to myspace for that nonsense), and it shows enough to make every girl hate her. Of course, there’s the guy version of this picture where he doesn’t wear a shirt. This gets old fast; there’s only so many vestigial nipples you can look at before it gets old.

The fish face:

Dear God, please. Why do so many girls seem to think that pursing  their lips will make them look attractive? Just do a Pamela Anderson pic and get  it over with. 

HAWWWWWT

HAWWWWT

It’s the age-old question. Is Facebook inherently evil, or do the users make it the abomination that it is? We may never know for sure.

NV/R,

Margo

Why Being On Campus During the Summer Sucks

Like a masochist, I decided that a good life choice would be to spend the second half of my summer in the same place that I spend the rest of the year. Bad call. Unbeknownst to me, summertime at college involves even more horrors and ridiculous situations than the normal terms.

1. The Orientation Students

Welcome to college, girls!

Welcome to college, girls!

On any given day I am destined to be descended upon by at least 30 orientation students and their packmule fathers. Then I am expected to give longitude and latitude directions to the Fountain of Youth. I am late for class, stop harassing me! Unfortunately, I feel somewhat obligated to stop and put some thought into their quest so as not to give my poor school a bad reputation. Thus, I am 20 minutes late for every class.

2. Renovations

I did not realize that over the summer they actually re-build every single structure on campus. Not only is the main road blocked off (thus making every car trip/bus ride half an hour longer), but all my shortcuts to class are blocked by police tape too. This wouldn’t be so bad, but there are self-appointed security guards religiously hovering around the scene just in case some poor student made late by orientation students seeking a city of gold should need to duck under the tape and gain that extra 3 seconds.

3. Buses Running on Satan’s Schedule

If only.

If only.

During the school year, the buses come by every 5 minutes. During the summer, they come by whenever the hell they feel like it. If I get the bus at 2:40 on a Monday, you can guarantee that it won’t come until 3:30 on the Tuesday. This doesn’t sound like that big of a pain in the ass until you’re actually sitting there wasting a half hour of your life in the sun waiting for this goddamn bus to take an additional fifteen minutes transporting you when you could have just walked in half an hour.

4. The Classes

These are the teaching skills of your average summer class instructor.

These are the teaching skills of your average summer class instructor.

To be quite frank, the summer classes get the dregs. This means you get either the teacher related to Vlad the Impaler, or the teacher who asks, “Is this right?” every 30 seconds. Ma’am, even though I actually do know if it’s right, I am not wasting 30 seconds that I could spend Facebook stalking doing your job for you. Plus, every time you do stop paying attention in class and check your Facebook, you realize that everyone else you know is doing things that do not include homework. Life is hard.

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NV/R,

Margo

Facebook Fails Us Once Again

The “us” here is much more localized than normal. In this case, the “us” I am referring to is MI6. For those not in the know, MI6 is Britain’s super-elite intelligence force, about to be headed by John Sawyers. And did you know that you can find John Sawyers on Facebook?

MI6 is having a massive problem with the fact that Sawyers’ wife put up family details on her Facebook page. She revealed such crucial information as his swimming habit, vacation destinations, and Speedo preference (fire him immediately). There was also a picture.

It’s MI6′s job to be paranoid, so they were immediately filled with concern. What if a criminal ingratiates themselves with Sawyer’s young daughter? What if a hacker sends a virus to Sawyer’s home computer and gains access to all the files of the head of MI6 (I don’t know how many files they’re allowed to have at a personal residence… or why MI6 is against giving him firewalls)? Now all of Facebook’s 200 million users have the opportunity to mess with the chief of MI6 (and land themselves in a billion years of jail).

Sleep tight knowing that Sawyers is slated to be in charge of the new British cybersecurity organization.

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NV/R,

Margo

Guys That Yell During “The Game”

It seriously bugs me when people scream at the television, whether it is to scream at the protagonist not to go check out the creepy noise in the basement or scream at the ref. YOU ARE NOT COOL. Guys get together like chimpanzees, competing to be louder and louder. One guy screams at Kobe, another is throwing out obscenities, the third is saying “yeah!!!” (he is not as into the game on the inside, so makes up for it with grunting loudly in agreement).

@whoskobe

You cannot be serious. How could you possibly be paying attention to the game with ten braying donkeys to your left and right? It is literally impossible for me to enjoy any televised sports competition when people are screaming any variation of “come on,” like it’ll actually affect Gilbert’s performance. I can completely understand being absorbed into a game when you’re surrounded by face-painted fans and you can hear the live organ. When you are sitting on your Ethan Allen couch enjoying some Zima? Not so much.

how 23yo frank felt when he realized there were 3 quarters left in the game to pretend to his girlfriend that he was manly and cared

how 23yo frank felt when he realized there were 3 quarters left in the game to pretend to his girlfriend that he was manly and cared

A side note: tweeting/facebooking the play by play is both obnoxious and an indicator that you are overcompensating for a small penis. It is the zero cost version of buying a sports car, huge tv, and membership to the NRA.

NV/R,

Maria

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Facebook, the Final Frontier in Annoyance

Unlike most annoying things, Facebook isn’t just annoying. It continually comes up with new, inventive ways to be annoying.

bin

Facebook’s latest monstrosity is the “Suggestions” on your home page, right under the 3 trillion events you’re invited to that you click “maybe” on, even though you know perfectly well you’d rather be dragged through a wood shredder than actually go to.

The idea behind “Suggestions” is that it suggests something Facebook thinks you can do. Usually it’s a person Facebook thinks you should friend, even though said person is actually a mad scientist/axe murderer/teenager.

The other option for “Suggestions” are fan pages. Unfortunately, they’re never the fan page of something interesting. The fan pages that Facebook suggests for you usually look like this:

bannoy

As you can imagine, most people, in reality, enjoy kissing/laughing/kicking puppies. I don’t actually need to know whether my friends enjoy these activities, and I don’t particularly feel the need to inform the world that I like making fun of canadians.

Though, of course, I do. Maybe I’ll update my facebook…

NV/R,

Margo

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